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In    THREE    BOOKS. 

I.  Colle&ed  from  the  Scriptures. 

II.  Compofed  on  Divine  Subjects. 

III.  Prepared  For  the  Lord's  Supper. 


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By  I.  WATTS,  d.d. 


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"Z  And  they  fung  a  new  Song,  faying,   Tbow  art  worthy,  &c.  for  thou 
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>V  Soliti  eflenc  (i.e.  Chrifiani)  convenire,  carmenque  Chrifto  quad  ^ 
k        Deo  dicere.  Plinius  in  Epiji. 


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A     TABLE, 

To  find  any  Hymn  by  the  firft  Line. 

Note.     The  letters  a,  6,  c,  denorte  the  Firft,  Second,  and  Third  Book  ;  the 
Figures  direct  to  the  Hymn. 

A. 

ADORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name 
All  mortal  vanities  be  gone         ... 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 
And  muft  this  body  die  - 

And  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes 
Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs 
As  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft 
At  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord 
Attend  while- God's  exakcd  Son 
Awake,  my  heart,  ariie,  my  tongue 
Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears 
Away  from  every  mortal  care 

B. 

BACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 
Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme 
Behold  how  finners  difagree 
Behold  the  blind  their  fight  receive 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  -  - 

Behold  the  grace  appears  ..  .  . 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay 
Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here 
Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  f^ed 
Behold  the  wretch  whole  luft  and  wine 
Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
Blefs'd  are  the  humble  iouls  that  fee 
Blefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God 
BlefVd  be  the  Father  and  his  love 
BlelVd  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence 
Blood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  Ikies 
Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 
Bury'd  in  ihadows  of  the  night 
But  few  among  the  carnal  wife 
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Bk.  Hy. 

a    42 

b       9 

f  S3 

a    25 

■  £  105 

b  no 

b    81 

b    82 

*  J43 

C      JO, 

b  130 

a    20 

a    48 

.  b  123 

a    57 

b    69 

a   131 

b   137 

a       1 

«      3 

a  ny 

a    68 

*  J35 

a  123 

a     64 

a  102 

a     26* 

c    26 

b     12< 

b  128 

b   118 

b     51 

b  158 

a    97 

a    96 

Table. 


CAN  creatures  to  pertecUon  find 
Chrift  and  his  crois  are  all  our  theme 
Come,  all  harmonious  tongues 
Come,  deareft  Lord,  defeend  and  dwell 
Come,  happy  ib uls,  approach  your  God 
Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove 
Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  '    - 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes   < 
Come,  let  ks  lift  our  voices  high 
Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  K 

D. 

DAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diitrefs 
Deareft  of  all  the  names  abi 
Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  atraid 
Death  may  diifolve  my  body  now 
Death  !   'tis  a  melancholy  day 
DeceivM  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell 
Deep  in  the  dull  before  thy  throae 
Defeend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove 
Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word 
Down  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 
Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 

E. 

ERE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  itretch'd  abroad 
Eternal  Sov'reign  of  the  iky 
Eternal  Spirit,  we  confer 

F. 

I^AlTH  is  thebrighte-a  evidence 
?     Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  be  gone 
Father,  I  long,  I  faint,  to  fee 
Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  (lands 
From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  (hall  rrie 


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G. 

GENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong           -  -        a  t  i 4 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife  -               £  140 

Give  to  the  Father  praife             -             -  -            *    37 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity             -             -  -            c    29 

Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  fky              -  -  ,        by) 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name             -  -             c    27 

God  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife              -             -  -        *z  136 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice           -  -           a    79    1 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice              -  -          £70 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name             -           -  -          £27 

God,  who  in  various  methods  told             -  -          #    5  3 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord             -  -       a  12S 

Go,  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet             -  -              ai^G 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou              -  -            £     67 

Great  God,  I  own  the  fentence  juit             -  -         <z      6 

Great  God,  thy  glories  fhall  employ             -  -         £167 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height               -  £112 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace              -  -           b  lS9 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great              •  -      £  144 

H. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews  -         a  1 34 

Happy  the  church,  thoufacred  place  -         £    64 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign             -  b    3^ 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet             -  -         a    31 

Hark  I  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  -              b    6$ 

Hark  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high             -  *    7° 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heay'n  proclaims  -         a     18 

Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  be  gone  -         &    7$ 

Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God             -  04 

High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  -               Kll$ 

High  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light             -  -              b    iH 

Honour  to  the  Almighty  Three             -  -               c    35 

Hofanna,  &c.               -  c  42~45 

Hofanna  to  our  conquering  King  b    $j> 

Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  light              -  -             b    7  b 

Hofanna  to  the  royal  Son             -             -  w           #16 

Hofanna  with  a  cheerful  found               -  -             b      S 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd             -  -          c    2£ 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet             -             -  a    10 

How  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop             -  -             b  1 1 6 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind            »  -         c  .  \ 


6 Table. 

How  full  of  anguiih  is  the  thought 
How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  honourable  is  the  place 
How  large  the  promife,  how  divine 
How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ft  rove 
How  rich  are  thy  provillons,  Lord 
How  fad  our  ftate  hy  nature  is 
How  {hall  I  praife  th*  eternal  God 
How  mort  and  hafty  is  our  life 
How  ihould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
How  itrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God 
How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 

I. 

Cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord 

I  give  immoir.il  praife 
hate  tl  J  his  charms 

•my  banner,  filth  the  Lord 
I  love  tire  windows  of  thy  grace 
I'm  adt  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord 
I  lend  the  joys  of  earth  away 
I  ling  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death 

h  fpcaksj  let  Ifrael  hear 
Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  ishigfe 
Jefus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 
Jefus  invites  his  faints  -  . 

;s  gone  above  thj  ikies 
Jefus,  the  manofconfta.it  grief 
i  lets  thy  Father's  name 

we  bow  before  thy  feet 
Jefus,  with  all  thy  faints  above 
In  Gabriel's  hand  a  migh;y  ftone 
In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love 
In  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil 
In  vain  ue  iavilh  out  our  lives 
Infinite  grief!    amazing  wo 
Join  ail  the  glorious  names 
Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  power 
Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 
I*  this  the  kind  return 


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Kind  is  the  fpeech  of  ChriH  our  Lord;  -  -     a    7  3 

L. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 
Let  all  our  tongues  be  one 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  -  #- 

Let  God  the  Father  live  <• 

Let  God  the  Makers  name 

Let  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  - 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  iing' 

Let  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efteem 

Let  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fongs 

Let  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

Let  them  neglecl  thy  glory,  Lord 

Let  us  adore  th*  eternal  Word 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
Life  is  the  time  to  ierve  the  Lord 
Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat 
Like  flieep  we  went  aftray  * 

Lo  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife 
Lo,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Lo,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 
Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 
Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are 
Lord,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 
Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns 
Lord,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind 
Lord,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults 
Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  - 

Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I 

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Table 


Lord,  what  a'wrctched  land  is  this 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  .  -* 

M. 

MAN  has  a  foul  of  vail  defires 
Miftaken  fouls  that  dream  of  heav'n 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My  drowfypcw'rs,  why  flecp  yc  fo 

■  id,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  he 
My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys 
My  Grid,  what  endlefs  plcalhi 

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Table. 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife 
Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot 
Now  let  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmile 
Now  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar 
Now  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife 
Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong 
Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme 

o. 

OFOR  an  overcoming  faith 
Oh  !   if  my  foul  was  fonn'd  for  wo 
Oh  !   the  almighty  Lord 
Oh  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys 
Often  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night 
Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day 
Our  days,  alas  !   our  mortal  days 
Our  God,  how  firm  his  promife  (lands 
Our  fins,  alas !  how  ftrong  they  be 
Our  fouls  mail  magnify  the  Lord 
Our  fpirits  join  t*  adore  the  Lamb 

P. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
Praife,  everlafling  praife,  be  paid 

R. 

RAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run 
Raife  your  triumphant  fung'i 
Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground 

s. 

SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 
Salvation  !    O  the  joyful  found 
See  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  fLjh  and  blood 
Shall  we  go  on  to  fin 
Shall  wiidom  cry  aloud 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
Sin  like  a  venomous  difeafe 
Sing  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  ikies 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice 


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10 Tablf. 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  tieav'nly  hoite 
Sitting  around  our  Father's  board 
So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  eiprefs 
Stand  up,  my  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fears 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  ufe  to  rife 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait 

T. 

TERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high 
That  awful  day  will  furely  come 
Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name 
The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God 
The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 
The  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay 
The  law  by  Mofes  came 
The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
The  Lord  declares  his  will 
The  Lord  defcending  from  above 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
The  majefty  of  Solomon 
The  mem'i  y  of  our  dying  Lord 
The  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
The  promife  was  divinely  free 
The  true  Meffiah  now  appears 
The  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 
The  wondVrng  world  inquires  to  know 
There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
There  was  an  hour  when  Chrift  rejoic'd 
Thefe  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  fhine 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 
Thus  did  the  ions  of  Abraham  pafs 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 
Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command 
Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One 
Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkivS 
Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord 
Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord 
Thy  favours,  Lord,  furprife  cur  fouls 


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c 

23 

a 

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a 

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b 

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h 

28 

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Table.  11 


Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis 
>Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  -word 
'Tis  not  the  law  often  commands 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 
To  God  the  only  wife 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 
To  him  who  chofe  us  firft 
To  our  eternal  God  « 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
*Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 
Twas  the  commiftion  of  our  Lord 

v. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 
Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill 
Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 
Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  high 

w. 

WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around 
We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 
We  fing  th'  amazing  deeds 
We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Welcome,  fwcet  day  of  reft 
Weil,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
What  difP rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 
What  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring 
What  happy  men  or  angels  thefe 
What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 
When  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs 
When  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 
When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  fkies 
Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord 
Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  that  rife 
Who  has  believ'd  thy  word 
Who  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs 
Who  fhall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn 


b 

58 

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12  Table. 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 
Why  does  your  face>  ye  humble  fouls 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 
Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee 
Why  mould  the  children  of  a  King 
Why  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo 
Why  ihould  we  dart  and  fear  to  die 
With  cheerful  voice  I  fing  - 

With  holy  fear  and  humble  fong 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Y.      . 

YE  angels  round  the  throne 
Ye  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 
Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King 

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34 

HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

BOOK     I. 

COLLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


Hymn   I.      Common  Metre. 

A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  JIain» 
Rev.  v.  6,  8,  9 — 12. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
X)  Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 

And  fcngs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfhip  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odours  fvveet, 
And  harps  of  fweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  faints^ 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  mail  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  ihall  take  that  book* 
And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 


TA Hymn   1,  2. B.  I. 

5  He  ihal!  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deferves  it  well ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell !] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  flain, 

Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood5 

Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  mall  reign  with  thee. 

3  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r ; 
Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

Hymn   II.     Long  Metre. 

The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Chrtft. 

John  i.  1,3,  14.  Col.  1.  16.  am!  Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

i   T?  RE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad, 
fj  From  everlafting  was  the  Word  : 
With  God  he  was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  muft  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made  j 
By  him  fuppofted,  all  things  ftand  ; 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  holt  of  morning  ftars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years?) 


B.  I. Hymn  2,  3, J^5 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  forms  -> 
The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  fuch  feeble  flefh  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ! 

How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  through  his  flefh  the  Godhead  flione  ! 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myfl'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

Hymn  III.      Short  Metre. 

The  Nativity  of  Chrift.    Luke  i.  30,  &c. — ii.  1  o,  &c. 
EHOLD  the  grace  appears, 
The  promife  is  fulfill'd  ; 
Mary  the  wondrous  virgin  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  child. 

[The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  {way  ; 
The  nations  fhall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

To  bring  the  glorious  news, 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 

"  Go,  humble  fwains,"  faid  he, 
"  To  David's  city  fly  ; 
Ff 


B 


16 Hymn  3,  5. B.  I, 

"  The  promis'd  infant,  born  to-day, 
"  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

€       "  With  looks  and  heart  ferene, 
"  Go  vifit  Chrift  your  King  ;" 
And  flraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  5 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  fing, 

7       "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
"  At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

3       [In  worfhip  fo  divine, 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celeftial  hofts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  fongs : 

9       cs  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

"  And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
"  Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
w  At  our  Redeemer's  birth."] 

Hymn  IV.  Referred  to  the  2d  Pfalm, 


Hymn  V.     Common  Metre, 

Submiflion  to  affliflive  provide >u 
Job.  i.  2 1. 

1   T^TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
J/>]    And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  du(h 

'i     The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  (hort  favours  borrow'd  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 
3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  links  them  in  the  grave ; 


B.  I.  Hymn  5,  6.  .17 

He  gives,  and  (blefTed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paflions,  then  ; 

Let  efach  rebellious  figh 
Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praifes  fhall  be  fpread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ftrikes  our  comforts  dead. 

Hymn  VI.      Common  Metre, 

Triumph  over  death.     Job  xix.  25,  26,  27. 

1  £**%  REAT  God,  I  own  the  fentence  juft, 
%JJT  And  nature  mud  decay  ; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dull, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  fhall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  lafl  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  ikin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  fleih, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh. 

5  Then  fhall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  fea.ft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  furprife. 


18 Hymn  7. B.  L 

Hymn  VII.     Common  Metre. 

The -invitation  of  the  gofpel ;   or,  f pi  ritual  food  and 

clothing,     lia.  lv.  1,2,  &c. 
i  ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

fl   1   And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  ftarving  fouls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  drive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  Wifdom  has  prepar'd 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  ricli  provifion  taite. 

4  IIo  !  ye  that  .pant  for  living  dreams, 

And  pine  away,  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  third 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perifhing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  hide  your  fin  ; 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treafures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlafting  mines, 


B.  I.  Hymn  7,  8.  19 

"~  Deep  as  our  helplefs  mis'ries  are, 

And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 
9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies, 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 


Hymn  VIII.     Common  Metre, 

The  fafety  and  protection  of  the  Church* 
Ifa.  xx vi.   i — 6. 
i    T  fOW  honourable  is  the  place 
JlJL    Where  we  adoring  ftand  ; 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  ftrong  falvation  made, 
Defy  th'  aifaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  (hall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  s:race. 

o 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  forever  truft, 

And  baniili  all  your  fears  : 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  mall  bring  them  low  : 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  mall  bow. 
F  f  2 


20 Hymn  8,  9. B.  I. 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  fhall  tread 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  fhall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

Hymn  IX.     Common  Metre. 

The  promifes  of  the  covenant  of  grace,     Ifa.  lv.  i,  2. 
Zech.  xiii.  i.   Mic.  vii.  19.   Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  Sec. 

i   TN  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives 
J_  To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choiceft  blefTings  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  Ihall  feed  our  fouls 

With  more  fubftantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 

And  warn  away  our  ftains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

5  [Our  guilt  mail  vanifh  all  away, 

Though  black  as  hell  before  ; 

Our  fin  fnall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 

And  (hall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again, 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 


B.  I.  Hymn   9,   10,  21 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,  ftubborn  thing, 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat' nings  of  his  wrath , 
Shall  be  diffolv'd  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace, 
Bellow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

i  o  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down, 
And  we  ihall  render  praife  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

Hymn  X.     Short  Metre. 

The  blejfednefs  of  go/pel  times  ;  or,  the  revelation  of 
Chri/i  to  Jews  and  Gentiles.  Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  8,  9,  10. 
Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  T  I"  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
1*1  Who  ftand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 


22 Hymn   10,   11. B.  I 

4  How  bleffed  are  our  eyes, 
That  fee  this  heav'nly  light  ; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight  ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  fongs, 
And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 

Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


Hymn  XL      Long  Metre. 

The  humble  enlightened \  and  carnal  reajhi  humbled  ; 
or^  the  fovereignty  of  grace.     Luke  x.  21,22. 

1  "THHERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrifl  rejoic'd, 

I     And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife  \ 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns,  and  feas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 

"  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  fuccefs  ; 
"  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
"  The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace. 

3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

"  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might  ; 
"  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
"  And  their  own  pride  refifts  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 

"  Choie  and  ordain'd  it  ihould  be  fo  ; 
u  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abaie  the  proud, 
"  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 


B.  I.  Hymn   12,   13, 23 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
"  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 

"  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd, 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known. 

6  "  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
"  That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
"  Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

"  Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees." 

Hymn   XII.     Common  Metre, 

Free  grace  in  revealing  Chrift.     Luke  x.  2.  i  ♦ 

1  TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
J   A  mourner  all  his  days  ; 

His  fpirit  once  rejoie'd  aloud, 
And  tum'd  his  joy  to  praife  : 

2  "  Father,  I  thank  thy  wondrous, love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 
"  To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
"  Has  made  thy  gofpel  known. 

3  u  The  myft'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

*4  Are  hidden  from  the  wile  : 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reas'nings  join 
"  To  fwcll  and  blind  their  eyes." 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil. 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

Hymn  XIIL     Long  Metre. 

The   Son  of  God  incarnate  ;    c?\  the  titles  and  the 
kingdom  of  Chri/i.     Ifa.  ix.  2,  6,  7. 

1   npiHE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  lay, 
JL   Now  have  beheld'a  heav'nly  light  j 


24 Hymn    13,  14.  B.  I 

Nations  that  fat  in  death's  cold  (hade, 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expected  Child  appear  ! 
What  fhall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 

"  The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor  !" 

3  [This  Infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  fcas 
Upon  his  Ihoulders  fhall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  dominions  fhall  increafe, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  Child,  fhall  fit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne  ; 
bhail  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

Hymn  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  faith  ;    or,  ChrijVs  unchangeable  love. 
Rom.  viii.  $3,  ike. 

1  \T7HO  Avail  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

VV    'Tis  Goci  tnat  jultifies  their  fouls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fliall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
VTis  Chrift  that  iufTer'd  in  their  Head  j 
And,  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  riling  from  the  dead  ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there  ! 

Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  ihould  tempt  us  to  defpair  ? 


B.  I.  Hymn   14,  15, 25 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diftrefs, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  nakednefs  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r  ; 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 

Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  love. 

Hymn  XV.     Long  Metre. 

Our  own  weaknefs,  and  Chrift  our  Jirength.     2  Cor. 
xii.  7,  9,  10. 

1  T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
JLj  "  Strength  mail  be  equal  to  the  day," 
Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufficierit  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrift's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  ihield,  and  Chrift  my  fbng, 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  fufPrings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn,  * 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 

When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 


26 Hymn   16,   17.  B.  I. 

5  So  Samfon,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

Hymn  XVI.      Common  Metre. 

Ho/anna  to  Chrift.    Matt.  xxi.  9.  Luke  xix.  38,  40* 
1    TJ  OS  ANN  A  to  the  royal  Son 

_|_  X  Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 

His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
Myfterious  and  divine. 

t  The  Root  of  David  here,  we  find, 
And  Offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  Blefs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 
Hofannas  of  the  higheft  drain 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  hofanna  on  their  tongues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones  mould  rife,  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

Hymn  XVII.     Common  Metre. 

Viftory  over  death.      1  Cor.  xv.  $$,  &c. 
1   /^\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
\^/    To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter,  death, 
And  ail  his  frightful  pow'rs. 
1  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 
My  quiv'iing  lips  mould  fing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boafted  vicl'ry,  grave  ? 
"  And  where  the  monfter's  fling  I" 


B.I.  Hymn   18,   19. 27 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure  ; 

Death  hath  no  fting  befide  : 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r  ; 
But  Chrill,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  while  we  die 
Through  Chrift  our  living  head. 

Hymn  XVIII.      Common  Metre. 

Bleffed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the  Lord.  Rev.  xiv.  1 3. 

1  T  JEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
JTjL  F°r  au<  tne  pious  dead  ; 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  blefs'd ; 

How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  ! 
From  fufPrings  and  from  (ins  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, 

They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Hymn  XIX.       Common  Metre. 

'The  So7ig  of  Simeon;  orf  death  made  deferable.      Luke  ii,  27,  &c» 

j   T     ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
a  j   As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame  ! 
2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  clafp'd  the  holy  Child  ! 
G  G 


28 Hymn   lg,   20.  B.  I, 

3  "  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry'd  ; 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies  ; 
<c  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 
"  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  Light  prepar'd  to  fhine 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  lands  ; 
"  Thine  Ifrael's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"  To  break  their  flavifh  bands." 

5  [Jefus  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms  ! 
Scarce  (hall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-firings  break, 

How  fweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefs  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.] 

Hymn   XX.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel  ;  namely ■,  the  robe  of  righteoufnefs9 
and  garments  of  falvation,  Ifa.  Ixi.  10. 

1  A    WAKE,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue, 
XjL  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 

And  made  falvation  mine  j 

Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 

He  makes  his  graces  fhine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
tie  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 


B.  I,  Hymn   20,   21, 29 

Thefe  ornaments,  how  bright  they  mine  I 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love  ! 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 
But  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

Hymn  XXI.      Common   Metre, 

of  the  kingdom  of  Chrljl  among  men.    Rev. 
xxi.  i — 4. 

1  O,  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
JL-4  To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing, 

"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 

"  Of  your  defcending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

"  Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
"  Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
"  And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His  own  foft  hand  mail  wipe  the  tears 

"  From  ev*ry  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fear$? 
«  And  death  itfelf  fhall  die." 


30  Hymn   24,   25.  B.  L 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


Hymns  XXII,  XXIII,  referred  to  the  \i$th  Pfalm. 

Hymn  XXIV.      Long  Metre. 

The  rich  /inner  dying.      Pfalm  xlix.  6,  9.      Ecclef. 
viii.  8.     Job.  iii.  14,  15. 

1  IN  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

X  And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vain  ; 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright,  nor  bribe,  approaching  death 
From  gtitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Their  ling'ring,  their  unwilling  fouls, 
The  difmal  fummons  muft  obey, 
And  bid  a  lono;   a  fad  farewel 

To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  tUey  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  flaves  have  equal  thrones  ; 
Their  bones  without  diltinction  lie 
Amongft  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  reft  I  to  the  49th  Pfalm. 

Hymn   XXV.      Long  Metre. 

A  Vifion  of  the  Lamb.     Rev.  v.  6 — 9. 
1       A    LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

jt\_  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  ; 
Behold  amidil  th*  eternal  throne 
A  viiion  of  the  Lamb  appears. 


B.  I. Hymn  25, 31 

2  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  $ 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns, 
To  fpeak  his  wifdom  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne  ; 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown,]] 

4  All  the  affembling  faints  around 
Fall  worfhipping  before  the  Lamb, 
And  in  new  fongs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

5  [The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
Flies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills ; 

"  Worthy  art  thou  alone/'  they  cry, 
"  To  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feals." 

6  Our  voices  join  the  heav'nly  drain, 
And  with  tranfporling  pleafure  fing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain, 
"  To  be  our  teacher  and  our  king  !" 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  deligns  ; 
His  grace  and  vengeance  (hall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches,  that  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  forever  is  the  Lord, 
That  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  ! 

G  G2 


32 Hymn  26,  27,  B,  I. 

Hymn  XXVI.      Common  Metre. 

Hope  of  heaven  by  the  refurreclion  of  Chrift. 
i  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

1  T>  LESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 
JL)  The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 

Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  fky, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  mould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  require 

Our  flefh  to  fee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  folio w'rs  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day  > 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenl'd, 
And  cannot  wafte  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  Grangers  here, 
Till  Chrift  mall  call  us  home. 

Hymn  XXVII.      Common   Metre. 

Afjurance  of  heaven  ;  or,  a  faint  prepared  to  die* 
2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8,  18. 

1  I    P^EATH  may  diflblve  my  body  now, 
xJ  And  be  ir  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 


B.  L  Hymn  27,  28. 33 

Finiih'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fare  re  ward.  J 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  ihall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  mall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 
And  endlefs  praife.     Amen. 


Hymn  XXVIII.     Common  Metre, 

The  triumph  of  Chrift  over  the  enemies  of  the  church, 
Ifa.  lxiii.  i,  2,  3,  &c. 

i   "^"TTHAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
VV     Comes  travelling  in  flate 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate  ! 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome  victorious  king : 
"  'Tis  1,  the  juft,  th'  Almighty  One, 
That  your  falvation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,,  thy  faints  inquire, 

Why  thine  apparel  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  t 


34 Hymn  28,  29. B;jj 

4  "  I,  by  myfelf,  have  trod  the  prefs, 

"  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
"  My  wrath  has  flruck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  mall  the  nations  be  deftroy'd 

"  That  dare  infult  my  faints ; 
"  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

Hymn  XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  cf  Chrlji  ;    or,  the  ruin   of  antkhrift. 
Ifa.  lxiii.  4 — 7. 

1  "  T  LIFT  my  banner,"  faith  the  Lord, 

X  "  Where  antichrift  has  flood  ; 
"  The  city  of  my  gofpel  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  "My  heart  has  fludy'd  juft  revenge, 

"  And  now  the  day  appears, 
"  The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

"And  bids  my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fhall  move, 
"And be  as  fatal  too. 
4.  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 
"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crufli  my  foes  alone. 
5  "  Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 
"  Shall  walk  the  ftrcets  around, 


B.  I. Hymn  29,  30,    35 

"Babel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 

"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground." 
6  Thine  honours,  O  victorious  King! 

Thine  own  right  hand  mall  raife, 
While  we  thine  awful  vengeance  fing, 

And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

Hymn  XXX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer  for  deliverance  anfwered,     Ifa.  xxvi.  8 — 20. 
1   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 

J_  We  wait  the  vrfits  of  thy  grace  j 

Our  fouls'  defire  is  to  thy  name, 

And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
t  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 

'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night ; 

My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fkies 

Before  the  dawn  reflores  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  Iky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufic  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms. 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 

Till  the  fierce  ftorms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fhall  boaft  its  thoufands  flain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 


36 Hymn  32,  39.  B.  I. 

Hymn  XXXI.     Referred  to  the  \fl  Pfalm. 

Hymn  XXXII.      Common   Metre. 

Strength  from  heaven.     Ifa.  xl.  27 — 30. 

1  '\A7"^ence  ^°  our  mourn^  thoughts  arife 

V  V     And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  reftlefs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forget  th'  Almighty  Name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlafting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  (hall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  \ 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftren^th  incrdafe. 

5  The  faints  fliall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  tafte  the  promis'd  blifs, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleafure  is. 

Hymns    XXXIII,     XXXIV,      XXXV,     XXXVI, 
XXXVII,  XXXVIII.        Referred  to  Pfalms    131, 

_  J345  67,  j 3,  90,  and  84. ^ 

Hymn  XXXIX.      Common  Metre. 

God's  tender  care  of  his  church.       Ifa.  xlix.  13,  &c. 

1   TWTOW  ma^  niY  inward  joys  arife, 
X  >j     And  bur  ft  into  a  fong  ; 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 


B.  L  Hymn  39,  40. 37 

2  God,  on  his  thirfty  Sion  hill, 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  fhow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  mall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And,  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts, 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  mould  nature  change, 

"  And  mothers  monfters  prove, 
"  Sion  ftill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
"  Of  everlafting  love. 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands, 

"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name  ; 
"  My  hand  mall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
"  And  build  her  broken  frame.'5 

Hymn  XL.      Long  Metre. 

The  bufinefs  and  bleffednefs  of  glorified  faints.     Rev. 
vii.  13,  &c. 

I  "  "\  if  THAT  happy  men,  or  angels  thefe, 

VV    That  all  their  robes  are  ipotiefs  white  ? 
"  Whence  did  this  glorious  troop  arrive 
"  At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  ?" 

1  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  iires, 
Through  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chrift  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  Almighty  Throne 
With  loud  hofannas  night  and  day ; 


38 Hymn  40,  41. B^. 

Sweet  anthems,  to  the  great  Three-One, 
Meafure  their  bleft  eternity. 

4  No  more  (hall  hunger  pain  their  fouls ; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone  j 
And  fpreads  the  fhadow  of  his  wings 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb,  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  flied  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  mall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams. 

6  Thus  (hall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Through  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 

Heals  all  their  wounds  and  wipes  their  tears. 

Hymn   XLI.     Common  Metre. 

The  fame  ;  or,  the  martyrs  glorified.     Rev.  vii.  1 3,  &c. 

1  "  T  I  ^HESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 

J[  fhine, 

"  Whence  all  thrfr  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  ieats 
Of  everlafting  day  ?,J 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  wahYd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Amongft  his  faints  refide, 


w: 


B.I. Hymn  41,  42. 59 

While  the  rich  treaiure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  mail  leave  their  fours, 

And  hunger  flee  as  fail  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaiL 

6  The  Lamb  mall  lead  his  heav'nly  flocfe 

Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  fliall  wipe  away 

The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

■    ■--  • —     <? 

Hymn  XLIL    Common  Metre. 

Divine  wrath  and  mercy  ;  from  Nahum  i.  i>  &c. 
i      A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
JT%_  Is  a  confuming  fire  ;* 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  higher. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns-!' 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  ftorms> 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thole  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh  !  h<?w  fierce  tliey  blazej 
And  rend  ail  cature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighted  fea  makes  hafte  away, 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 
3  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 
Are  fwift  as  hail  (tones  hurTd  \ 
Who  dares  engage  his  fiery  rage, 
That  fliakes  the  folid  world  ? 

*  Heb.  xii.  if, 

life 


40 Hymn  42,-45. B.  I 

Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  cholen  race 

When  wrath  comes  rufhing  down. 

7  Thy  hand  {hall  on  rebellious  kings 
A  fiery  tempeft  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings, 
Thy  jufl  revenge  adore. 

Hymn  XL11L     Referred  to  the  100th  Ffalnu 
Hymn  XLIV.     Referred  to  the  133^  Pfalnu 

Hymn  XLV.     Common  Metre. 

The  lift  judgment.       Rev.  xxi.  5 — 8. 

1  PEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
j]j  Fills  a  majeitic  throne, 

While  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

2  ["  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 

"  Through  endlefs  years  the  fame  ; 
"  I  AM  is  my  memorial  (till, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

3  "  Such  favours  as  a  God  can  give, 

"  My  royal  grace  bellows  ; 
"  Ye  thirlty  fouls,  come  tafte  the  dreams 
"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

4  [["The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  iins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
"  The  whole  creation  iliall  reward 
"  The  conquefts  he  has  won. 

5  "  But  bloody  hands  and  hearts  unclean, 

"  And  all  the  lying  race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcofling  crew, 
"  That  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace  $ 


B.JL Hymn  48. _41 

6  "  They  fliall  be  taken  from  my  light, 

"Bound  fall  in  iron  chains, 
"  And  headlong  piung'd  into  the  lake 
"  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reigns.'*] 

7  O  may  I  Hand  before  the  Lamb 

When  earth  and  feas  are  lied  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name 
With  bkffings-on  my  head. 

8  May  I  with  thofe  forever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  finners,  baniuYd  down  to  hell, 
No  more  offend  my  fight. 

Hymns  XL VI,  and  XLVII.    Referred  to  Pfalm  148, 
and  Pfalm  3. 

Hymn  XLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Chrifiian  r~ace.     Ifa.  xl.  28 — 31. 

1  A   WAKE,  our  fouls,  (away  our  fears, 
XjL  Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  j 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  ilrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchlefs  pow*r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlalling  circles  run, 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  {hall  drink  a  freih  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  trull  their  native  Ilrength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 


42 Hymn   4  8,  49,  B.  L 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  \ 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  (hall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amidft  the  heav'nly  road* 

i    ■         i  .  I         I     IT" 

Hymn  XLIX.    Common  Metre. 

The  works  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3% 

1  IIOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God! 
jLTL  Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  I 
Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are ! 

Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ! 

2  lie  has  done  more  than  Mofes  did, 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ^ 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls* 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 

Th'  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown'd  ; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins,. 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defert  Ifrael  went* 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

Yet  never  reached  the  place  * 
But  Chrift  fhall  bring  his  foU'wers  home, 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  long 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 


B.  I. Hymn  50. 43 

Hymn  L.     Common  Metre. 

The  fotig  of  Zacharias,  and  the  mejfage  of  John  the 
Baptift  ;  or^  light  and  fa  hat  ion  by  Jefus  Chriji. 
Luke  i.  68,  &c.  John  i.  29,  32. 

1  AJOW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefs'd, 
J^l    Who  makes  his  truth  appear  j 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 

And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root, 

With  bleilings  from  the  ikies  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  grow, 
The  promis'd  horn  ariie. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face  ; 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon 'd  fins  ; 
While  grace  divine,  and  heav'nly  love, 
In  its  own  glory  ihines. 

5  "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
"  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day.1 

€  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 
"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  muft  (loop,  and  humble  fouls 
"  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  "  The  heathen  realms  with  Ifrael's  land 
"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  man  {hall  fee     - 
^  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
IT  h,  2 


44  Hymn   51>  52. B.  L 

8  "  Behold  the  Morning  Star  arife, 
"  Ye  that  in  darknefs  lit  ; 
"  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

Hymn   LI.     Short  Metre. 

Preferring  grace,     Jude  24,  25, 
„       npO  God  the  only  wife, 

J_     Our  Saviour  and  our  Kingr 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  ikies 
Their  humble  praifes  bring. 
%      'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counfel  and  his  care^. 
Preferves  us  fafe  from  fin  and  deaths 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  fnare. 

3  He  will  prefent  our.  fouls 
UnblemifiYd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great.. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

Shall  blefs  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known^ 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 

Immortal  crowns  ofmajefty,. 

And  everlafting  fongs. 

_ — . , —— . ■  '■■«> 

Hymn   LIL,     Long.  Metre.. 

Baptifnu     Matt,  xxviii.  19.     Acts  ii.  38, 
3  'HP1  WAS  the  commiiTion  of  our  Lord, 
X     "  Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize." 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  the  Ikies.. 


B-L  Hymn*  52,   53,  4S 

2  He  fits  upon  the  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands. 
And  fends  his  cov'nant  with  the  feals, 
To  blefs  the  daxkfc>me  Gentile  lands. 

3  "  Repent,  a>nd  be  baptiz'd,"  he  faith> 
"  For  the  remiflron  of  your  fins  '/* 
And  thus  our  fenfe  affifts  our  faith, 
And  fhews  us  what  his  gofpel  means* 

4  Our  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Defcends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfelves  to  thee, 
And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord  ; 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 


Hymn  LIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Holy  Scripture*,     Heb.  i.  i.     2  Tirmiii,  15-,  16V 
Pfalm  cxlvii.  19,  20. 

1  4~\  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
\JF  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace,, 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

2  Out  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  by  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd,. 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too* 


46 Hymn  54,  55. B.I, 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praile  ye  the  Lord. 


Hymn   LIV.     Long  Metre. 

Electing  grace  ;  or,  faints  beloved  in  Chrift. 
Eph.  i.  3,  &c. 
f    FESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
%P    Thy  God  and  our's  are  both  the  fame^ 
What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  tinners  through  his  Son  I 

2  "  Chrift  be  my  firft  elect,"  he  faid  j 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chrift  our  head  ^ 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth. 

Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  f 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed, 
"  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed.'* 

4  Predeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  , 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praile  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift,  our  Lord,  we  fhare  a  part 
In  the  affections  of  his  heart  \ 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
Till  he  forgets  his  Firft-belov'd. 

Hymn  LY.     Common  Metre. 

Hezskiah's  Jong  ;  or,  Jicknefs  and  recovery.     Ifa. 


■  w 


xxxvin.  9,  &c. 


HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs. 
Our  God  deferves  a  fong  ; 


B.  I.  Hymn   55,  56.  4? 

We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 
•2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  opcn'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  them  tail  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  flefh  are  wont  t*  abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavifh  fears ; 
"Our  days  are  pa  ft,  and  we  (hall  lofe 
"  The  remnant  of  our  years." 

4  We  chatter  with  a  iwallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternels  inflead  of  joys, 
AfHicted  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  difeafe  withftands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  firings  of  life  fhould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reftore, 
He  cafts  our  fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

Hymn   LVI.    Common  Metre. 

Thefong  of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  ;  or,  Babylon  falling* 
Rev.  xv.  3,  xvi.  19,  and  xvii.  6. 
"E  ling  the  glories  erf  thy  love. 
We  found  thy  dreadful  name  \ 
The  Chriftian  church  unites  the  fongs 

Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
Great  God !  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance,  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  Saints,  Almighty  Lord,, 
How  juii  and  true,  thy  ways  L 


48  Hymn  56,  57.  B.  I. 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  name, 

Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne ! 
Thy  judgments  fpeak  thy  holineis 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth. 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  fhall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  fhe  mull  drink  the  dregs  ; 
Strong  €s  tne  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  fhall  fulfil  the  plagues. 

Hymn   LVII.     Common  Metre. 

Original  fin  ;    or ^  the  fir  ft  and  fecond  Adam*     Rom» 
v.  12,  &c.    Pfal.  li.  5.    Job.  xiv.  4. 

1  T)  ACKWARD  with  humble  fliame  we  look 
J|3    On  our  original  ; 

How  is  our  nature  dafh'd  and  broke 
In  our  firft  father's  fall  1 

2  To  all  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  1 
How  obftinate  our  will ! 

3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  ! 

5  [Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  -f 


B.  I. Hymn  57,  58. 49 

How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly. tree  ? 
6  What  mortal  pow'r,  from  things  unclean, 
Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 
From  an  infected  fpring  ?] 
y  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  fin. 
S  The  fecond  Adam  fhall  reftore 
The  ruins  of  the  firft ; 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  Pow'r 
That  new-creates  our  duft  ! 

Hymn  LVIII.    Long  Metre. 

The  devil  vanquijhed ;    or,  Michael's  war  with  the 
dragon.     Rev.  xii.  7. 

1  T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 

I  j  The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  general  of  th*  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail ; 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft, 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
Chrift  has  affum'd  his  reigning  pow'r  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  caft 

Down  from  the  Ikies,  to  rife  no  more. 


50 Hymn    59,   60,  B.  I 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  ;• 
Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown. 

6  Rejoice,  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  flar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  Iky  ; 
Saints,  while  ye  fmg  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

Hymn  LIX.     Long  Metre. 

Babylon  fallen.     Rev.  xviii.  20,  21, 

1  IN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  (tone 
X  Lies,  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 

"  God  fhall  avenge  your  long  complaints. ** 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood, 
He  funk  the  mill-itone  in  the  flood  : 
"  Thus  terribly  mail  Babel  fall, 

"  Thus  and  no  more  be  found  at  all." 

■   1..  11  »» 

Hymn  LX.'    Long  Metre. 

The  Virgin  Mary's  fong  ;     or,   the  promifecl  Mejfiak 
born.     Luke  i.  46,  &c. 

1    /^\UR  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
V_^/   In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 
While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 
May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

%  {The  Higheft  faw  her  low  eftate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done 4 
His  overfhadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
iind  endleis  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 


B.  I.  Hymn   60,  6U 51 

But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  forever  fure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  promife  lives, 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abrah'm  and  his  £eed9 

"  In  thee  fliall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  :" 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now  no  more  mall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  the  Defire  of  Nations  comes  ; 
Behold  the  promis'd  feed  is  born  ! 

Hymn  LXL     Long  Metre. 

Chri/l  our  High  Prieft  and  King  ;   and  Chrift  comity 
to  judgment.     Rev.  i.  5 — -7. 

1  "ftkJOW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 
X^|    The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  ftrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  fouleft  fins, 
And  wafh'd  us  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priefts  and  kings., 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jefus,  our  atoning  Prieft, 
To  Jefus,  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefs'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  fing. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  coroes^ 
And  ev'ry  eye  fhall  fee  him  move  ; 
Though  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  him  oncc? 
Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love, 

I  1 


52 Hymn   62,   6  3.  B.  I. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord  ;  nor  let  thy  promite  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

Hymn  LXII.    Common  Metre. 

Chriji  JefuS)  the  Lamb  of  God,  worjhippcd  by  all  the 
creation.     Rev.  v.  11 — 13. 

1  ^^iOME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
V_>4     With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply," 
"  For  he  was  flain  for  us." 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
Confpire  to  raife  thy  glories  high, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  praife. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  blefs  the  iacred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  LXIII.    Long  Metre. 

Chriji9 s  humiliation  and  exaltation.      Rev.  v.  1 2* 
1   ^ITTHAT  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring 

VV     To  tnee>  °  Lord  our  God>  tne  l/im 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  fing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 


B.  I. Hymn_63,  m 53 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  flain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd  ; 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  Eis  due, 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  jefus  too, 

Though  he  was  cbarg'd  with  inadnefs  there* 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right. 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs : 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  mud  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  mines  around  his  head,. 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Bleflings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men ; 
Let  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay.  Amen. 

Hymn  LXIV.    Short  Metre. 

Adoption,     i  John  iii.  i,  &c.    Gal.  iv.  6. 

i       TQ>  EHOLI),  what  wondrous  grace 
IJ  The  Father  hath  beftow'd 
On  iinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  fons  of  God ! 
i       *Tis  no  furprifing  thing, 

That  we  fhould  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewifh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

3       Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 


54 Hymn   64,   6  5.  B,  L 

But  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  here. 

We  fhall  be  like  our  Head. 
4.       A  hope  fo  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  iin:. 

As  Chrift  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  fhare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  Haves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  fhall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

Hymn  LXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdoms  of  the  ivorld  become  the  kingdoms  of  the 
Lord  ;  ory  the  day  of  judgment.     Rev.  xi.  15. 

j   '        ET  the  feventh  angel  found  on  high, 
JLj  Let  fhouts  be  heard  through  all  the  fky  ; 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  povv'r  allume, 
Who  wait,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
Jefus  the  Lamb,  who  once  was  ilain, 
Forever  live,  forever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  j 
On  wines  of  vengeance  flies  our  God, 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  mud  the  rifing  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decilive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 


B.  I.  Hymn   66.  _55 

Hymn  LXVL     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl   the   King   at   his  table.      Solomon's   Song, 
i.  2—5,  12,  13,  17. 

1  T    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
I   j   Mine  int'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love  : 

The  voice  that  tells  me,  "  Thou  art  mine/3 
Exceeds  the  bleffings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fpread  the  favour  of  thy  name  \ 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face, 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms  ; 
My  foul  mail  fly  into  thine  arms  : 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tune  our  voice 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  ; 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafle  of  riched  wine,  j 

5  Though  in  ourfelves  deform'd  we  are, 
And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear, 
Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 
He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  fing  ; 
Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 

And  breathe  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh  new-bleeding  from  the  tree, 
Such  is  a  dying  Chrifl  to  me  :    . 

And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
My  bofom,  Lord,  Ihall  be  thy  reft* 

Ii  2 


56 Hymn  67,  68..  B,  I 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  j 
And  here  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 


Hymn  LXVIL    Long  Metre. 

Seeking  the  -paftures  of  Chrift  the  Shepherd.     Solo* 
mon's  Song,  i.  7. 

1  np'HOU,  whom  my  foul  admires  above 

X     All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  I 

2  Where  is  the  fhadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  I 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  deep, 

3  Why  Ihould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love.. 

4  [The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  lee  ; 
Thy  fweeteft  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds  and  groans  and  teaia 

5  His  deareft  fleih  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  ; 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 

'Till  my  Beloved  lead  me  home.] 


Hymn  LXVIII.    Long  Metre, 

The  banquet  cf  love.     Solomon's  Song,  ii.  1 — 7* 
1   T5EHOLD  the  Rofe  of.  Sharon  here, 
_|3  The  lily  which  the  vallies  bear  y 
Behold  the  tree  of  life,  that  gives 


BJL Hymn  68,  69. 57 

a  Amongft  the  thorns  fo  lilies  mine, 
Amongft  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  y 
So  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thouiand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fat, 

To  fliield  me  from  the  burning  heat  ; 
Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte* 

4  [Kindly  he  brought  me  to  the  place 
Where  flood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  y 
He  faw  me  faint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread  and  gen'rous  wine, 
He  cheers  this  fipking  heart  of  mine  \ 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  mows  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be.] 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart ; 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart  : 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move* 
Nor  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

Hymn  LX1X.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  appearing  to  his  church,  andfeeking  her  company-,. 
Solomon's  Song,  ii.  8 — 13. 

1  r  I  ]HE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds 

X     Over  the  rocks  and  riling  grounds  £ 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  flefti  I  fee 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ^ 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleared  glafs 
He  fhows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  t^ngus  % 


58 Hymn  69,  70. B.  L 

"  Rife,"  faith  my  Lord,  "  make  hafte  away ; 
'*  No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  fray. 

4  "  The  Jewifh  wintry  ftate  is  gone, 

"  The  mifts  are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on  ; 
"  The  facred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
"  Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  "  Th*  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root 

"  BlolToms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit." 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  j 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 

"  Rife  up,  my  love,  make  hafte  away!" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outily  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

Hymn   LXX.      Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  inviting^  and  the  church  anfwering  the  invita- 
tion,    Solomon's  Song,  ii.  14,  16,  17. 

1  TARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
~X  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  5 

From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks  and  calls  us  out. 

2  "  My  dove,  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 

"  Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
"  Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
"  And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  "  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet ; 
"  My  graces  in  thy  count'nance  meet  ; 

"  Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  defpife, 
"  'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  ; 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  {hall  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  that  of  praife, 


B.  I.  Hymn  70,  71. 59 

5  [I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  paffions  join  ; 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord* 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Amongft  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  white., 
Wafh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  day  break,  and  fhadows  flee, 
Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  $ 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 

My  love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

Hymn  LXXL     Long  Metre, 

Chrift  found  in  thejlreet,  and  brought  to  the  church 
Solomon's  Song,  iii,  1 — -5. 

1  /^FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night ; 
\^_J  Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight  \ 
With  warm  deiire  and  reftlefs  thought 

I  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife  and  fearch  the  ftreet, 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  5 
I  a(k  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  V° 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  \ 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fail  in  mine  embrace, 


60  Hymn  71,  7  2.  B.I. 

f 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  ; 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come 
To  Sion's  facred  chambers,  where 
My  foul  firft  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart  \ 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 
Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  (hare.] 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

Hymn  LXXIL     Long  Metre. 

The  coronation  of  Chri/i,  and  efpoufals  of  the  church* 
Solomon's  Song,  iii.  u. 

i  TPYAUGHTERS  of  Sion,  come,  behold 
JL/  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  aft  of  worfhip  be 
Like  our  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  firft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day  ! 
Our  hearts  would  wifh  it  long  to  flay  \ 
Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  !  let  each  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys  \. 


B.  I.  Hymn    72,   73.  61 

Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  flipper  of  the  Lamb, 
6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 
And  bring  that  coronation-day  ! 
The  King^  of  grace  fhall  fill  the  throne, 
With  alf  his  Father's  glories  on. 

Hymn  LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Church's  beauty    in  the  eyes  of  Chrift.      Solo- 
mon's Song,  iv.  i,  10,  ii,  7,  8,  9. 

1  "IT'"  IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 
J3^  Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  ; 

"  Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,"  he  cries  ; 
"  Not  the  young  doves  have  fweeter  eyes. 

2  ["  Sweet  are  thy  lips,  thy  pleafing  voice 
"  Salutes  mine  ear  with  fecret  joys  ; 

"  No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fin  ell, 
"  Nor  milk  nor  honey  taftes  fo  well.] 

3  "Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  j 
"  I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee." 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms  ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loathfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fur  ; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  "  My  filler  and  my  fpoufe,"  he  cries, 
"  Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
"  Thy  pow'rful  love  my  heart  retains 

«  In  ftrong  delight  and  pleafing  chains." 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  of  beafts  and  men, 
To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are  ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 


62 Hymn   73,  74.  B.  I 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
When  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 

Hymn  LXXIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  garden  of  Chrift.     Solomon's  Song, 
iv.  12,  13,  15,  and  v.  i. 

1  "VYT"^  are  a  garc*en  wall'd  around, 

V  V     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  fpot,  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  (land. 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  \ 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow, 
To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come* 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath* 

4  Make  our  beft  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

5  [Let  my  Beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  pleafant  fruits  at  his  own  feaft  ; 
M  I  come,  my  fpoufe,  I  come,"  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  perfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feaft  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  "  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
"  The  bleflings  that  my  Father  fends  j 


B.  I. Hymn  74,  75,  6S 

"  Your  tafte  fhall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
"  And  drink  abundance  of  my  love." 
8  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  can  give.] 


Hymn  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  defcription  of  Qhrifl  the  Beloved.      Solomon's 

Song,  v.  9 — 12,  1 4—  1 6. 
i   f  I  1HE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know 
X     Why  I  Ihould  love  my  Jefus  fo  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,  fay  they,  above 
"  The  objecls  of  a  mortal  love  Y*  K 

2  Yes,  my  Beloved  to  my  fight 

Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  S 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  fhine. 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemifh  free  ; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me  £ 
The  faireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  ; 

A  fun  amongft  ten  thoufand  flars. 

4  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels  ; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwells, 
And  glory  like  a  crown  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

5  Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Clofe  by  the  fignals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  fhall  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.J 

6  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me* 

K  k 


64 Hymn   7  5,   7  6.  B.  I. 

7  Though  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies, 

Now,  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs  like  marble  pillars  fond.] 

8  [His  eyes  are  majefty  and  love, 
The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  mail  trickling  forrows  roll 
Through  thofe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints* 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  faints  j 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

i©  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Muft  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

Hymn  LXXVL      Long  Metre. 

Chrift  dwell?  in  heaven ,  but  vifits  on  earth.     Solo 
mon's  Song,  vi.  1,  2,  3,  12. 

1  TTTHEN  ftrangers  fond  and  hear  me  tell 

\\     What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell  j 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 

On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  -7 
But  he  defcends  and  {hows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  fond  j 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  ihow  their  fpotlefs  heads. 


B.  I.  Hymn    76,   77. 65 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmed  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move : 
1  have  a  manfion  In  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  fhall  make  us  part. 3 

5  [He  takes  my  foul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  ihows  me  where  hrs  glories  are  ; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  ikies, 
Till  death  {hall  make  my  laft  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love.] 

Hymn  LXXVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  Chriji  to  the  church ',  in  his  language  to 
her,  and  provifions  for  her,  Solomon's  Song, 
vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

i  T^T  O W,  in  the  galFries  of  his  grace, 
X^J    Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
"  How  fair  my  faints  are  in  my  fight, 
"  My  love  how  pleafant  for  delight !" 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  ftream  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choiceft  wine. 

3  Such  wondrous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  that  were  almofl  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name,  * 
And  make  our  cold  affedions  flame. 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In  fields  and  villages  below  : 
Gives  us  a  relifh  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  nobleft  feaft  above. 


66  Hymn  77,  7  8.  B.  L 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  and  old,  laid  up  in  ftore, 
Where  we  mall  feed  but  thirft  no  more. 

Hymn  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Jlrength  of  Chri/i's  love,  and  the  fours  jealoufy 
of  her  own,     Solomon's  Song,  viii.  5 — 7,  13,  14. 

1  "lT/|"7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs, 

VV      lnat  travels  from  the  wilder  nefs, 
And  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fhe  leans  ? 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrifl  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  ; 
And  her  requeil,  and  her  complaint, 

Is  but  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  (land 

"  Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  j 
11  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
"  That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 

"  Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  j 
M  And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
"  To  quench  a  lire  fo  much  divine. 

5  "  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

"  Left  it  mould  once  from  thee  depart  ; 
"  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
44  As  a  fair  fig  net  on  my  breaft. 

6  "  Till  thou  hail  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
"  Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
"  Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  fee, 

"  And  often  thou  fhalt  hear  from  me. 


B.  L  Hymn   78,  79. 67 

j  u  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 
"  Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
"  Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
"  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

Hymn  LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

A  morning  hymn.    Pfalm  xix.  5,  8.  and  lxxiii.  24,  25* 

1  /^l  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\Jjr  The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  ikies  ; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And,  without  wearincfs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  mines* 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

4  [But  I  mall  rove  and  lofe  the  race, 
If  God,  my  fun,  fhould  disappear,. 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze, 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring.ftar/] 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 
Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threat'nings  juft,  thy  promife  fure  y 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  j 
All  my  defires  and  hopes  belide 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this, 
K  &.  2 


68  Hymn   80,  81.  B.  L 

Hymn  LXXX.      Long  Metre. 

An  evening  hymn.     Pfa.  iv.  8.  &  iii.  5,  6~.  &  cxliii.  80 

1  r J  ^HUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

X     Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days3 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  mall  make  known 
Some  from  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  y 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 

He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come, 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  ileep  y 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  Rations  round  my  bed* 

4.  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things y 
My  God  in  fafety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  ihadow  of  his  wings. 

5  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart  ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kind  nets  of  thy  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  mall  comi. 
My  fielh  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  roufe  my  tomb, 

With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

— — — -        ^         — —  . ..  1 . 

Hymn  LXXXI.    Long  Metre. 

4  fongfor  morning  or  evening..      Lam.  iii..  23.     Ifa* 
xlv.  7. 

1   T\/|"Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love! 
JlV jL  Thy  gifts  are  evVy  ev'ning  new  ^ 
And  morning  mercies,  from  a'bove, 


B.  L  Hymn  81,  82. 69 

2  Thou  fpreadft  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reitores  the  light,. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command  y 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  bleflings  from  thine  hand; 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  of.  praife.. 


Hymn  LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

God  far   above    all  creatures  ;    ot\   man  vain   and 
mortal.     Job  iv.  ly — 21. 

1  O  HALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
k3  Contend  with,  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  he  I 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  fpring  from  dull  and  dwell,  in  clay  ! 
Touch 'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  periih  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night,. 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight  : 
Bury'd  in  duft  whole  nations  lie, 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow: 
How  frail  are  we*  how  glorious  thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  mail  dare 
With,  an  eternal  God  compare,; 


70 Hymn  83,  84.  B.I 

Hymn  LXXXIII.    Common  Metre. 

Afflictions  and  death  under  providence.     Job  v.  6 — 8* 
i   TVTOT  from  the  duft  affiiclion  grows, 
JJ^    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  \ 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coals,. 
And  ftill  are  upwards  borne  j 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 
}  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe,. 
And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  : 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I.  bore 
Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace  ; 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

Hymn  LXXXIV.    Long  Metre. 

Salvation,  righteoufnefs.,  and  Jhength  in  Chri/l.     Ifa, 
xiv.  2i — 25, 

1    TEHOVAHfpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear, 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
"While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours  and  his  names. 

1  "lam  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 

"  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  Juft  ; 
"  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  mew 
"  Such  juftice  and  falvation  too. 

3  M  [Ye  that  in  fhades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
"  Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands, 


5 


B.  I. Hymn  84,  85. 7\ 

4  *;  I  by  my  holy  Name  have  fworn, 
iC  Nor  mall  the  word  in  vain  return, 
"  To  me  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
"  And  ev'ry  tongue  mall  fwear  to  me.J 

"  In  me  alone  mail  men  confefs 
"  Lies  all  their  llrength  and  righteoufnefs  : 
"  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
"  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

6  "  In  me,  the  Lord,  mail  all  the  feed 
"  Of  Ifrael  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
"  And  by  their  mining  graces  prove 
"  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

Hymn  LXXXV.    Short  Metre^T 

The  fame* 

i       HHHE  Lord  on  high  proclaims  g 
X     His  Godhead  from  his  throne  \ 
"  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names   I 
"  By  which  I  will  be  known. 

2  "  Ye  dying  fouls,  that  fit 
"  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 

"  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
"  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  fhall  hear  the  found  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  fhall  own, 

"  Our  righteoufnefs  and  llrength  is  found 
"  In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone." 

4  In  thee  fhall  Ifrael  truft, 
And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  finners  jufl, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 


72 Hymn  86,  87. B,  I, 

Hymn  LXXXVI.    Common  Metre. 

God  holy ,  jitft,  and f over  eign.     job  ix.  2 — 10. 
i      JfOW  fliould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
XjL  Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteouihefs, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

What  vain  prefumers  dare 
Againfl  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  Ml  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bicHlhe  fun  forbear  to  rife  ; 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears  : 
His  hand  with  fackcloth  fpreads  the  fkies, 
And  feals  up  ail  the  liars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  flormy  fea  -} 

Flies  on  the  flormy  wind  : 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footfteps  find.] 

Hymn  LXXXVIL     Long  Metre. 

God  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent.     Ifa.  lvii. 

15,  16. 
1   r-p'HUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
"  My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
u  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 


B.I.         Hymn  87,  88. 73 

2  "  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 
"  On  earth  I  have  a  manfion  too  ; 
46  The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
"  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

»  «  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive  : 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
"  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
"  And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  £"  When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been  $ 

"  But  mould  my  wrath  forever  fmoke, 

ki  Their  fouls  would  link  beneath  my  ftroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  ihould  faint,  defpair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  fli all  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 

Hymn  LXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Life,  the  day  of  grace  and  hope.     EccL  ix.  4 — 6,  1  o, 

1  T     IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

I   j   The  time  f  infure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  finner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  Tcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleftings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  muft  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ;  " 
Their  memory  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  duft ; 


74  Hymn  88,  89.  B.I. 


They  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue  $ 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pafs'd 

In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darkneis,  death  and  long  defpair 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

Hymn   LXXXIX.     Long  Metre, 

Youth  and  judgment,     Eccl.  xi.  9. 

1   "^L^E  f°ns  °f  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

X     Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  deiire, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

a  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  whith  fongs  and  wine  j 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts  j 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  : 

The  works  tif  darkneis  you  have  done 
Mult  all  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  ilrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  : 
How  will  ye  ftand  before  his  face, 
Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities. 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 


B.I. Hymn  90,  91, 76 

Hymn  XC.    Common  Metre. 

The  fame* 
i  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
JLi  And  through  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  wifhes  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires > 

But  let  the  finners  know 
The  Ariel  account  that  God  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high  $ 

The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face. 

4  How  fhall  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 

And  ftand  the  fiery  teft  ? 
I  give  all  mortal  joys  away, 
To  be  forever  bleft. 

Hymn  XCI.     Long  Metre. 

Advice  to  youth  ;  or,  old  age  and  death  in  an  uncotu 
verted  Jiate.     Eccl.  xii.  i,  7.    Ifa.  lxv.  20. 

1  "^JOW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
X^j    Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  haft'ning  on, 
When  you  fhall  fay,  "  My  joys  are  gone/* 

2  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  j 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  finks  to  hell, 

Li 


76 Hymn   91,   92.  B.  I. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  mull  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love. 


Hymn  XCII.    Short  Metre. 

Chriji  the  Wifdom  of  God.     Pro  v.  viii.    i,   22 — 32, 

1  OH  ALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 
1^3  And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 

The  voice  of  God*s  eternal  word, 
Defer ves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
"  His  everlafting  Son, 

"  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
"  Creation,  was  begun. 

3  ["  Before  the  flying  clouds, 
"  Before  the  folid  land, 

"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
*c  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  "  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 
*  And  built  them,  I  was  there, 

"  To  order  when  the  fun  fhould  rife, 
"  And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  "  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 
"  And  fpread  the  flowing  deep, 

"  I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree 
"  In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.] 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air, 

"  The  earth  was  balanc'd  well ; 
"  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
"  The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell. 

7  "  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
"  On  their  falvation  ran, 

"  Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dufl 
w  Was  fafhion'd  to  a  man. 


B.  L Hymn  93,  94,  7  7 

8       "  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
"  Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways, 
"  The  man  that  fhuns  them  dies/' 

Hymn  XCIIL     Long;  Metre/ 

Chrift,  or  Wifdom  obeyed  or  refifted.  Prov.viii.  34 — 36. 

1  nPHTJS  6ith  the  Wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

JL     "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word  \ 
"  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
"  And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foul  that  feeks  me,  (hall  obtain 
"  Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
"  Immortal  life  is  his  reward, 

*;  Life,  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
"  Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 

"  Fools,  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 

"  Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

Hymn  XCIV.     Common  Metre. 

y unification  by  faith,  not  by  works  ;  or,  the  law.  con- 
demns, grace  jujiifies.     Rom.  iii.  19 — 22. 

1  "TT  TAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 

\'        On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  ftand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 


7 8 Hymn   95,  96.  B.  I 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 
When  in  thy  name  we  truft  ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufhefs 
That  makes  the  fmner  juit. 

Hymn  XCV.     Common  Metre* 

Regeneration.     John  i.  13.  and  iii.  3,  &c. 

1  T^TOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
X^      Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 

Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'nly  wind 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefh, 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fieep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

Hymn  XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

Election  excludes  boa/ling.     1  Cor.  i.  26 — 31. 

1  "OUT  few  among  the  carnal  wife, 
Jt3     But  few  of  noble  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 

Almighty  King  of  grace  i 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaned-name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honourable  blood. 


B.  L  Hymn   96,   97, 79 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myft'ries  of  his  grace  ; 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
No  fiefh  fhall  in  his  prefence  boaft, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 


Hymn  XCVII.    Long  Metre. 

Chrift  our  Wifdom^  Right eoufnefs \  &c.     i  Cor.  i.  3c 

1  T>  URY'D  in  fliadows  of  the  night* 
JL>  We  lie  till  Chrift  reftores  the  light  j 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears f 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 

And  fing,  The  Lord  our  Righteoufnefs* 

3,  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'rings  flow. 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  Haves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5;  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poffefs 

Grace,  wifdom,  pow'r  and  righteoufnefs  y 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  felves,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 

L  l  a 


80  Hymn  98,  99.  B.  I. 

Hymn  XCVIII.     Short  Metre. 

The  fame. 
OW  heavy  is  the  night 
That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Chrift  with  his  reviving  light 

Over  our  fouls  arife  ! 

Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heav'n  ; 
But,  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd, 

We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 

With  fanctifying  grace. 

The  povv'rs  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 
He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 

And  breaks  the  curled  chain. 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  \ 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 

And  thine  atoning  blood. 


Hymn  XCIX.     Common  Metre, 

Stones  made  children  of  Abraham  ;  or,  grace  not  con 
veyed  by  religious  parents.     Matt.  iii.  9. 

1  "\  TAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 

Y      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  hardeft  Hones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abrah'm  well 
With  new-created  funs. 


B.  1.  Hymn   100,  101. 81 

3  Such  wondrous  pow'r  doth  he  poilefs, 
Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  callM  the  world  from  emptinefs  ; 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

Hymn  C.     Long  Metre. 

Believe,  and  be  faved.     John  iii.  16— 1 8. 

i   l^kTOT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
X^j    Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  j 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thoufand  bleilings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotted  hell  fiiall  be  their  place. 


Hymn  CL    Long  Metre. 

Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting/inner*     Luke  xv.  7,  10, 

x   "\1|7^^  can  defcribe  tn^  joys  that  rife, 
VV     Through  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  \ 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 


82  Hymn   101,  102.  B.  I. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ; 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  iing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Hymn  CIL      Long  Metre. 

The  beatitudes.     Matt.  v.  i — 12. 

1  TJ  LEST  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
J3  Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n* 

2  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  *, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes* 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  paflion,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  date, 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great. 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  third  for  grace* 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnefs  ; 
They  mall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
With  living  dreams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chi  ill  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain 
Like  fympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  deiiling  pow'r  of  fin  ; 

With  endlefs  pleafure  they  {hall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity. 


B.  I.       Hymn   103,  104.  83 

7  Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ilrife  ; 
They  mail  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blefs'd  are  the  fuff'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jems'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  mall  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

Hymn  CIIL     Common  Metre. 

Not  ajhamed  of  the  go/pel.     2  Tim.  i..  12. 

1  JT'M  not  aftiam'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
X  Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  5 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promife  (lands, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
"What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerufalem 

Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

■• 

Hymn  CIV.     Common  Metre. 

A  Jlate  of  nature  and  of  grace*     1  Cor.  vi.  10,  1 U 

J  T^JOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
X^l    The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers,  Ihall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 


84 Hymn  104,  105.__ B.  I. 

2  Surprifing  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafh'ci  in  Jems'  blood, 

We're  pardon'd  through  his  name  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  fancTify'd  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juit  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

Hymn  CV.     Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invifible  and  boh*     i  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.     Rev. 
xxi.  27. 

1  T^  TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
JL^'j    Nor  fenie  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 

For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  : 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  iky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  fin  and  fhame  ; 
None  fhall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 


B.  L         Hymn   106,  107, 85 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  fliall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 


Hymn  CVI.     Short  Metre. 

Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift.     Rom.  vi.  i,  2,  6. 

1  OH  ALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 

^3  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 

That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 
Since  Chrift  hath  made  us  free, 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

Hymn  CVII.     Long  Metre. 

■  The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  ;  ar,  Chriji  and  Satan  at 

enmity.    Gen.  iii.  1,  15, 17.  Gal.iv.4.  Col.ii.  15. 
1  TAECEIV'D  by  fubtle  mares  of  hell, 
JLJ'   Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell  5 
When  Satan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

1  Death  was  the  threat'ning  :  death  began 
To  take  poffeiiion  of  the  man  ; 
His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 
"  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee, 


86         '  Hymn  103,  1Q9.  B.  I, 

4.  "  The  woman's  feed  fhall  be  my  Son  ; 

"  He  (hall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done  ; 

cc  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 

u  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 
5  [He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 

Roll  on  ; — at  length  his  Son  appears  j 

Angels  with  joy  defcend  to  earth, 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

5  Lo  !  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies  ; 
But,  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  ikies. 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.] 


Hymn  CVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Chrlfl  unfeen  and  beloved,     i  Pet.  i.  8. 

i      'M'OT  w^^  our  mortal  eyes 
jL^I    Have  wc  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 
1       On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmoft  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3       And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

Hymn  CIX.     Long  Metre. 

The   value  of  Chrift  and  his   right  eouf?iefs.      Phil, 
iii.  7,  8,  9. 

1  ^VJO  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
X^    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done,; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 


B.L Hymn  110, 87 

'&  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his ''name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofs  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  ihame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  mud  and  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jems'  fake  : 
O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteoufnefs  partake. 

4  The  bed  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 

By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

i 

Hymn  CX.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  immediate  glory.     2  Cor.  v.  1,  ^  8. 

1  TPHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands> 

X     Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  mv  fpirit  waiting  {lands, 
Till  God  fhall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prifon  of  my  clay 

Mult  be  diffolv'd  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  j 
And,  as  an  earneft  of  the  placQ, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

\.  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  j 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

M  M 


88 Hymn    hi. B.  I. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

Hymn  CXI.     Common  Metre. 

Salvation  by  grace,     Titus  iii.  3,  7. 

1  ["1      ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 
I   j   How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolifh  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

£  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife, 
Forever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  fin,  and  fhame.] 

3  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  wafh'd  from  fin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And,  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  mail  appear  in  glory  too, 
Aod  fee  our  Father's  face. 


B.  I.        Hymn   112,  113^ 89 

Hymn  CXI  I.     Common  Metre. 

The  brazen  ferpent  ;  or,  looking  to  Jefus.     John  iii. 
14—16. 

1  Cl^  ^id  tne  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
1^5  The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 

The  camp  forbore  to  die. 

2  "  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour* 

"  And  live,"  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung  ; 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  finners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  ftung^ 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

*'4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  hope, 
Thr  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

Hymn  CXIIL     Common  Metre. 

Abraham's  blejfing  on   the  Gentiles.      Gen.  xvii.  7. 
Rom.  xv.  8.     Mark  x.  14. 

1  T  fOW  large  the  promife  !  how  divine, 
li      To  Abrah'm  and  his  feed  ! 

"  FI4  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
"  Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves, 
And  teals  the  bleffings  fure. 

3  Jefus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  -7 


90 Hymn  114,  115.  B.  L 

He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  I 
His  love  endures  the  fame  ; 
Nor  from  the  promife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name* 

Hymn  CXIV.     Common  Metre* 

The  fame.     Romans  xi.  16,  17. 

1  ^^8  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
V^F  To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  fame  blefiings,  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  wafh  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  feed 

Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
And  num'rous  houfeholds  meet  at  laft 
In  one  eternal  home. 


Hymn  CXV.     Common  Metre, 

Conviclion  of  fin  by  the  law.      Romans  vii.    8, 

14,  24. 
1    T     ORD,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was, 
JLj    Arid  felt  no  inward  dread  1 
1  w  as  a'.i  ^e  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 
1  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright  ; 
But,  fince  the  precept  came 


B.  I. Hymn  116,  91 

With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  C^y  gu^t  aPPear'd  but  fmall  before, 

Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  ; 

My  iins  reviv'd  again  ; 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confidence  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  Have. 

Hymn  CXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Love  to  God  and  our  neighbour*-  Matt.  xxii.  37—40. 

r  nr^HUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 
JL     "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
"  With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 

2  "  Then  mall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
"  Share  thine  affection  and  efteem  y 

"  And  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thyfelf 
"  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpoke, 

This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  y 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  the  whole  law's  fulfill' d  by  lQve* 
M  m  2 


92 Hymn  117. B.  I 

4  Lut  oh  !  how  bale  our  paflions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  hcav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  mall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

Hymn  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Eleclion  fovereign  and  free.     Romans  ix.  21 — 24. 

1  [TOEHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  ! 
IJ  He  forms  his  veflels  as  he  pleafe  \ 
Such  is  our  God  ;  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjec"ls  of  his  juft  decrees. 

1  Doth  not  the  workman's  power  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe^ 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 

3  May  not  the  fovYeign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favours  as  he  will ; 
Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die,. 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

4  [What  if,  to  make  his  terror  known,, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Suffering  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  feal  their  own  deiiruclion  fure  ?' 

5  What  if  he  means  to  fhew  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?j 

6  Shall  man  reply  again  ft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ?' 

7  Bur,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  Ggh 


B.  I. Hymn  118. 93 

Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 
And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  he  (hall  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne,. 
"With  joy  or  terror  (hall  confels 
The  glory  of  his  righteoumefs. 

Hymn  CXVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Mofes  and  Chrift  ;  or,  fin  againft  the  law  and  gofpeL 
John  i.  17.     Heb.  iii.  3,  5,  6,  and  x..  28,  29. 

1  np'HE  law  by  Mofes  came  ; 

X     But  peaee  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Chrift  (a  aobler  name) 
Defending  from  above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  diff'rent  works  were  done  £ 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  ftood,; 
But  Chrift  a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftricl  obedience  paid  ;     . 

O'er  all  his  Father's  home  he  Hand's 
The  Sov'reign  and  the  Head.. 

4  The  man  that  durft  defpife 
The  law  that  Mofes  brought,, 

Behold  !   how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'ous  fault.. 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebellious  race,. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls., 
And  dare  refill  his  grace.. 


94  Hymn   119,   120,  B.  I. 

Hymn  CXIX.    Common  Metre. 

The  different  fuccefs  of  the  go/pel.     i  Cor.  i.  23,  24. 
2  Cor.  ii.  16.     1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  ^^IHRIST  and  his  crofs  are  all  our  theme  j 
%^ji  The  myft'ries  that  we  fpeak 

Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews*  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  fouls  enlighten'd  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

.  3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reflores  their  fainting  breath  y 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 
Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Hymn  CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  of  things  unfeen.     Heb.  xi.  1,3,  8,  10. 

1  TT'AiTH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
X?     Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flefh  and  fenfe, 

And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  fets  times  paft  in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diftant  profpecls  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  : 


B.  I.         Hymn   121,  122.  95 

Abrah'm,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  ohey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  allures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  (lands. 


Hymn  CXXI.      Common  Metre. 

Children  devoted  to  God.     Gen.  xvii.  7,  10.     Acts 
xvi.  14,  15,  $$. 

(For  thofe  who  pradtife  Infant  Baptifm.) 

1  npHUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

J      "  Til  be  a  God  to  thee  : 
"  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abraham  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  blefling  now, 
That  once  was  feai'd  with  blood* 

3  Thus  Lydia  fanctify'd  her  houfe, 

When  fhe  receiv'd  the  word  \ 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  houfehold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  Eternal  King  .r 

Thine  ancient  truths  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  brings 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

Hymn  CXXIL     Long  Metre. 

Believers,   buried  with    Chriji   in   baptifm*       Rom* 

vi.  3,  &c. 
1  TT\0  we  not  know  that  folemn  word, 

JL/  That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord  \ 

Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 

Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  I 


96  Hymn  123.  B.  L 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chrift  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 
The  various  lufts  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

Hymn  CXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  repenting  prodigal.     Luke  xv.  13,  &c. 

1   X)  EHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  luft  and  wine 
JJ  Has  wafted  his  eftate  ; 
He  begs  a  fhare  amongfl  the  fwine, 
To  tafte  the  hulks  they  eat  ! 

1  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries  ; 
"  I  flarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
"  My  Father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

"  Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
•*  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
"  Nor  can  delerve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid — and  haften'd  to  his  home5 

To  feek  his  Father's  love  ; 
The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  brake, 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin," 

(The  Father  gives  command) 


B.  I.  Hymn   124.  97 


u 


c  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain  ; 
"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
"  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  loft,  and  now  is  found." 

Hymn   CXXIV.     Long  Metre, 

Thejirji  andfecond  Adam,     Rom.  v.  i  2,  &c. 

EEP  in  the  duft,  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own : 
Great  God  !  we  own  th*  unhappy  name, 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame. 

z  Adam  the  finner  :  At  his  fall, 
Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead, 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilft  our  fpirits,  friTd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
That  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  fmg  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  duft 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now, 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ; — there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs.3 


98  Hymn   125,  126.  B.  I. 

Hymn   CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Chrijl's  compajfion  to  the  weak  and  tempted.     Heb.  iv. 
15,  16,  and  v.  7.     Matt.  xii.  20. 

1  "rnfTITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

y  V     of  our  High  Prieft  above ; 

His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch 'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
«  He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refill  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  [He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame : 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  icorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r  ; 
We  (hail  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diflrefling  hour. 

Hymn  CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Charity  and  uncharitablenefs.      Rom.  xiv»   17,  19. 
1  Cor.  x.  32. 

1   XJOT  difPrent  food,  nor  difPrent  drefs, 
X\|    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord, 


B»  Io Hymn  127,  99 

But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  Chriftiaris  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives'  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banifiVd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue  ; 
Nor  fliall  our  practice  give  offence 

To  faints,  the  Gentile,  or  the  jew. 

Hymn  CXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

Chrijfs  invitation  to  /inner s  ;  or,  humility  and  pride. 
Matt,  xu  28—30. 

i  "  f^i  OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
\^j  "  Ye  heavy  laden  linners,  come  : 
"  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
"  And  raife  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

t  "  They  (hall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me  \ 
"  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  j 
"  But  paffioh  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  take 
"  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 

"  My  yoke  is  eafy  to  his  neck, 

w  My  grace  mail  make  the  burden  light.'5 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal3 
Refign  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will; 
N  N 


loo  Hymn   128,  129.        B.  I. 

Hymn  CXXVIII.    Long.Metre.  " 

xThe  Apqftles*  commiffion  ;  or,  the  go/pel  attefted  by  mir* 
ticks.     Mark  xvi.  i5,&c.     Matt,  xxviii.  18,  &c. 


i  "  /^l  O,  preach  my  gofpel,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Vjr  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  : 
"  He  (hall  be  fav'd  that  truits  my  word  ; 
"  He  lliall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

a  "  [I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known, 
"  And  ye  mall  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
"  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
*c  By  all  the  wonders  ye  (hall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
"  Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

cc  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

"  Though  Greeks  reproach, and  Jews  blafpheme.] 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 
iC  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhali  end  j 
45  All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  bands  ; 

"  I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend. " 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  (hone  round  his  head  j 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  fart  he  ft.  nations  fpread 

The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

Hymn  CXXIX!     Long  Metre.    < 

Submjjjlon  and  deliverance  ;  or,  Abraham  offering  his 
fon.     Gen.  xxii.  6,  &c. 

1  OAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 
£3   Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  j 
He  ihall  reftore  what  you  refign, 

Or  grant  you  bleflings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abrah'm,  with  obedient  hand, 

Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  ; 


B.  I.        Hymn   130,  131,  xot 

The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  "  Abrah'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cry'd  ; 
"Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd  j 
H  Thy  fon  mall  live,  and  in  thy  feed 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefs'd  indeed/* 

4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftreffing  hour 

The  Lord  difplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  > 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  mall  fee  furprifing  grace. 

Hymn  CXXX.    Long  Metre. 

Love  and  hatred.     Phil.  ii.  2.     Eph.  iv.  30,  &c* 

1  TVTOW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

J /S|    His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints* 
By  his  laft  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war,  be  gone* 
Envy  and  fpite  forever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongft  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  flrife  % 
Why  mould  toe  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  1 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  j 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  his  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXL     Long  Metre. 

The  fharifee  and  publican,     Luke  xviii.  10,  &c> 
1  T>  EHOLD  how  Tinners  difagree, 
J3  The  publican  and  pharifee  \ 


102  Hymn  132.  B.  1 

One  doth  his  righteoufnefs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  fhame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  diflance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difFrent  language  knows* 
And  difFrent  anfwers  he  beftows  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilfl  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns, 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafling  pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fufFrings  of  thy  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

Hollnefs  and  grace.     Titus  ii.  10—13. 
1    C!  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
\J  The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  ihine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

1  Thus  fhall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  deny'd, 
PafTion  and  envy,  lull  and  pride  \ 
While  juftice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  bleffed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  fl;ands  leaning  on  his  word. 


B.  T.  Hymn  133,  134.  103 

Hymn  CXXXIIL    Common  Metre, 

Love  and  charity,     i  Cor.  xiii.  2 — 7,  igr 

1  T    ET  pharifees  of  high  efteem 
JLl  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream,- 

If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  fufFers  long  with  patient  eye5 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 

She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  fhe  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  [She  nor  defires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below^  1 

Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.]  . 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by,. 

To  feek  her  neighbour's  good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 

Andsbought  our  lives  with  blood. 
6. Lovers  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faithand  hope  are  known  no  more., 

But  faints  forever  love. 


Hymn.GXXXIV.     Long  Metre, 

Religion  vain  without  love,     1  Cor.  xiii.  1 — 9. 
1   T  TAD  I  the  tongues-of  Greeks  and  Jewsv 
JL  A  And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found* ... 

N  N,  % 


104  Hymn  135,  136.         B.  I. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove* 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftribute  all  my  flore, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor  ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


Hymn  CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  love  of  Chrlft  Jhed  abroad  in  the  heart.     Eph> 

iii.  *6,  &c. 
i    /^OME,  d  eared  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 

\^ji  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 

Then  fhall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

a  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofiefs. 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace, 

3  Now  to  the  God,  vvhofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  know, 
Be  everl&fting  honours  done, 
By  all  the  church,  through  Chriit  his  Son. 

Hymn  CXXXVL    Common  Metre, 

Sincerity    and   hypocrify  ;    ory  formality    in    worjfhifc 

John  iv.  24.     Pfalm  exxxix.  23,  24. 
1   jf^  OD  is  a  fpirit,  juft  and  wife, 
\JF  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  5 


B.  I.  Hymn  137.  105 

In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

i  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  difguife  they  wear, 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  \ 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  foul  fincere  % 
Then  fhall  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Hymn  CXXXVII.     Long  Metre, 

Salvation  by  grace  in  Chrift,     2  Tim.  L  9,  10, 
OW  to  the  power  of  God  fupreme 
Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n  \ 
He  faves  from  hell,  (we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And, forms  a  people  for  his  praife, 

'Twas  his  own  purpofe  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Son9 
Before  he  fpread  the  Harry  iky. 

Jefus3  the  Lord,  appears  at  laft, 
And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  } 
Declares  the  great  tranfaclions  paft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down.. 


106        Hymn   138,  139.  B.  I. 

5  He  dies  !  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifing,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  pofieffion  of  the  joy. 

Hymn  CXXXVIII.     Com.  Metre. 

Saints  in  the  bands  of  Chriji.     John  x.  28,  29, 
i  TTpiRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
Jt/     My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft  j 
If  I  am  found  in  Jems'  hands, 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 

The  meaneft  of  his  iheep  ; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  mall  e'er  remove 

His  fav'rites  from  his  bread  ; 
In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  mud  forever  reft. 

Hymn  CXXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

Hope  in  the  covenant  ;  or,  God's  promife  and  truth  un- 
changeable.    Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 
i:  1  "  T OW  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 

J_  JL  To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God.! 

But  everlafting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 

3  Amidft  temptations  fharp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
"While  tempefts  blow,  and^billows  rife, 


B.  I. Hymn  140, 107- 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,  and  blood. 

Hymn  CXL.     Common  Metre. 

A  living  and a  dead  faith  ;  collected  from  feveral 
fcriptures. 

I  Ik  yTISTAKEN  fouls  !  that  dream  of  heav'n,- 
X  ▼  JL  And  make  their  empty  boafl 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  luft. 

z  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights. 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites. 

To  Chrift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ;.. 

*Tis  faith  that  works  by  love  y 
That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  *Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  heU 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  fhall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  [Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  will,. 

As  well  as  truft  his  grace  ; 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  ftill. 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free^ 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  minjifter  of  fin*, 


108 Hymn  141. BJL 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God  : 
Jefus  and  his  falvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood.] 

Hymn  CXLL     Short  Metre. 

The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrift.      Ifa.  liii. 

1—5,  10—12. 

1  "fTTHO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

VV     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 
Reveal  thine  arm,  Almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief : 

Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

But  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twas  for  the  flubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 

The  God  of  juflice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft  beloved  Son. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

"  And  make  his  kingdom  itand  ; 
"  My  pleafure,"  faith  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  "  [His  joyful  foul  (hall  fee 
"  The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 

u  And  by  his  knowledge  juflify 
"  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  "  [Ten  thoufand  captive  Haves, 
"  Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 


.  I.  Hymn  142, 109 

"  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

"  [Heav'n  mail  advance  my  Son 
"  To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
f  Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  fins,  and  dy'd."] 

Hymn  CXLII.     Short  Metre, 

"The fame.     Ifa.  lixi.  6 — 12, 

LIKE  flieep  we  went  aftray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God  5 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way* 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

How  glorious  was  the  grace 
Wheri  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  ftroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

His  honour  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death. 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

But  God  fhall  raife  his  head 
O'er  all  the  for.s  of  men, 
And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed,' 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 

"  Pil  give  him,"  forth  the  Lord, 
cc  A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ; 
"  He  (hall  poflefs  a  Urge  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honours  long." 


no  Hymn  143.  B.L 

ir-       -  — * ■  — '•■■ 

Hymn  CXLIII.     Common  Metre, 

Characters  of  the  children  of  God  ;    from  feveral 

fcriptures. 
i      AS  new-born  babes  defire  the  brea-fr, 
x\  To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  j 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  tafle, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

3  [  With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 
All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  flaves  to  luft ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth) 
Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 

D 

4  Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror,  can  produce 
A  thoufa<nd  victories.] 

5  [Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within  ;, 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  to  fin.] 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 
But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil. 

7  They  find  accefs,  at  ev'ry  hour, 

To  God,  within  the  vail ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r^ 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

t>  O  happy  fouls !  O  glorious  (late 
Of  overflowing  grace  \ 


B.  I.  Hymn  144.  in 

To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face. 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne  \ 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

i  o  There  fhed  thy  choiceft  loves  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  flrong  : 
Then  (hall  I  fay,  "  My  Father  God," 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

Hymn  CXLIV.    Common  Metre. 

The  wltnejjing  andfeallng  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14,  16. 
Eph.  i.  13,  14. 

HY  mould  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints, 

And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

Allure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  foft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 

Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

Oo 


1 12  Hymn  145.  B.  I 

Hymn  CXLV.     Common  Metre- 

Chrift  and  Aaron  ;  taken  from  Heb.  vii.  and  ix. 
E5US,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 


j 


A  thoufand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polihYd  gold 
TJie  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  firft  their  own  burnt-ofPrings  brought3 

To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without  a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Frefli  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one  ofPring  takes  away, 
Forever,  all  our  guilt.] 

4  [Their  priefthood  ran  through  fev'ral  hands. 

For  -mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never-changing  office  Hands 
Eternal. as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own,, 
Aaron  whhin  the  vail  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrift,  by  his  own  pow'rful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the  Ikies, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 
Shews  his  own  facrifice.] 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain, 
.And  wears  his  priefthood  ftil). 


B.  I.  Hymn  146.  113 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead,  • 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace. 

Hymn  CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Characters  of  Chrift  borrowed  from  inanimate  things 
in  fcripture. 

1  [/^i  O,  worfhip  at  Immanuel's  feet, 

VJT  See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace.] 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  fhadows  of  my  Lord  \ 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compared  to  wine  or  bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  z 
That  flefh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 

Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  : 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bought 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too.] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  affume, 

The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  [Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  i 
O  let  a  lading  union  join 

My  foul  to  Chrift,  the  living  vine  ! j 


114  Hymn  146.  B.  I; 

7  [Js  he  the  head  ?  Each  member  lives, 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ; 
The  faints  below,  and  faints  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

8  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 

And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 

9  [Ts  he  a  fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  ; 
But  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs  ; 
Like  a  refiner  fhall  he  fit, 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

10  [Is  he  a  rock  ?  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  fweet  dreams  that  from  him  flow, 
Attend  us  all  the  defert  through."] 

1 1  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God  ; 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door  ?  I'll  enter  in  : 
Behold  the  padures  large  and  green  ; 
A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 

None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 

13  [Is  he  defign'd  a  corner-done, 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 

Th'  indwelling  majedy  and  pow'r  ; 
And  dill  to  his  mod  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face,] 


B.  I.  Hymn  147.  11, 

15  [Is  he  a  ftar  ?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  light  j 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  "bright,  the  morning-ftar.] 

1 6  [Is  he  a  fun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  courfe  is  joy  and  righteoufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice,  when  he  appears 

To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears. J  \ 

17  [O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  fkies, 
Where  ftorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 

And  mines  and  reigns  th*  Incarnate  God.J^ 

18  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  ftars, 

1  Nor  heav'n,  his  full  refemblance  bears  \ ; 
His  beauties- we  can  never  trace, 
Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face.  . 

Hymn  GXLVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  names,  and  titles.,  of,  Chrlft  ;.  from  fever  al  ft  rip 
tures. 

2   [3rJPIS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word  i 
JL     I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  ; 
Nor  art  nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  cf  majefty. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  &ceP 
Shining  with  undiminifh'd  rays  \ 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 
The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  moft'high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 
He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  in  blood,  - 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod/. 

O  0  z  ~ 


116 Hymn   148, B.  L 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  move* 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love  y 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  affumes  ! 

"  Light  of  the  world  and  Life  of  men  ;" 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heartr 
He  acts  the  Mediator's  part  ; 

^   A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  names  he  wears. 

7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  rebels  from  his  friends, 
And  faints  in  full  fruition  prove 

His  rich  variety  of  love. 

Hymn  CXLVIII.    Particular  Metre* 

The  fame  as  the  148//;  Pfalm. 

1  [T^TTl'lTI  cheerful  voice  I  ling 

W     The  titles  of  my  Lorda 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word* 

Nature  nor  art 

Can  e'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of  majefty. 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorious  face. 
Shining  forever  bright 
r"  With  mild  and  lovely  rays. 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throneQ 


I.  Hymn  i48.  117 

3  The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
The  Lord  of  lords  mofl  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 

His  name  is  call'd 
"  The  Word  of  God," 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move* 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
Th'  injuries  of  his  love  y 

Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes., 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  aiTumes  : 

"  Light  of  the  world, 
"  And  Life  of  men  " 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  in  vain* 

6  Immenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  ImmanueFs  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  act 
A  Mediator's  part.. 

He  is  a  friend, 
And  brother  too  j 
Divinely  kind. 
Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  throne  afcerids-, 


r.i.8-  Hymn  149.  B.  L 

And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favourites  ajid  friends  : 

Then  fliall  the  faints 

Completely  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 

Hymn  CXLIX.    Long  Metre. 

The  offices  cf  Chriji  ;  from  feveral  fcripture**. 

1  T  OIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
J   That  ever  men  or  angels  bore ; 

All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth,  , 
Or  fet  ImmanuePs  glory  forth. 

2  But  oh,  what  condefcending  ways 
He  takes  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  lee 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  to  me. 

3  [The  "  Angel  of  the  cov'nant"  ftands 
With  his  commiilion  in  his  hands, 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne, 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet !  let  me  blefs  thy  name  } 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n.] 

5  [My  bright  Example,  and  my  Guide,, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  \ 

O  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  1  love  my  Shepherd — he  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  arnongft  his  fheep  ; 
lie  feeds  his  rlock,  he  calls  their  narae^ 
And  in  his  boibm  bears  the  lambs.] 


B.  L Hymn  150, 119 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  j 
Behold  my  foul  at  freedom  fet, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt.] 

3  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft,  has  dy'd — 
I  feek  no  facrifice  belide  ; 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne.] 

9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high — 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  •> 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay, 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away.] 

10  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword  I  ling ; 
Thine  is  the  vicVry,  and  I  lit 

A  joyful  fubjecl  at  thy  feet.] 

ii  [Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorious  deeds  ; 
The  "  Captain  of  falvation"  leads  ; 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obftrucl  the  way.] 
1  [Should  death,  and  hell,  and  pow'rs  unknown 
Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on, 
I  mall  be  fafe  ;  for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov' reign  ways.] 

Hymn  CL.     Particular  Metre. 

The  fame  as  the  148^  Pfalm. 
I    TOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  Saviour  forth, 


120  Hymn   150.  B.  L 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condefcending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love : 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  flefh^ 
He,  like  an  angel,  flands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  : 

Commiffion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  > 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n.l 

5  [Be  thou  my  counsellor, 
My  patron  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray, 
Nor  rove  nor  feek 
The  crooked  way  Q 


3B.  I.  Hymn   150.  121 

6  [I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  5 
His  watchful  eyes  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  fheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs.] 

7  [To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  -> 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.]  *' 

8  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft3 
Offer 'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd  : 
My  guilty  confcience  feeks 
No  facrifice  befide. 

His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
Before  the  throne.  1 

g  [My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high  £ 
The  Father  bows  his  ears. 
And  lays  his  thunder  by* 

Not  all  that  hell 

Or  fin  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  heart. 

His  love  away.] 


i22  Hymn  150.  B.  I 

10  [My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  fing. 
Thine  is  the  pow'r  > 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet.]] 

1 1  [Now  let  my  foul  arife, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  : 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueil  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell 
Obftruct  the  way.] 

1 2  Should  all  the  hods  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  mod  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on, 

I  fhall  be  fafe  ; 
For  Chrift  difplays 
Superior  pow'r 
And  guardian  grace. 


END    OF    THE    FIRST   BOOK. 


HYMN 


AND 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS- 


BOOK   II. 

COMPOSED  ON  DIVINE  SUBJECTS. 


Hymn  I.     Long  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  praife  to  God. 
ATURE,  with  all  her  pow'rs,  mall  fing 


■N 


God  the  Creator  and  the  King  ; 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  fkies,  nor  feas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  feraphs  that  (it  near  his  throne ; 

Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  bound. 

3  £A11  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  his  name  ; 
Whilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice, 

.We  fing  his  honours  and  our  joys.] 

-#  [To  him  be  facred  all  we  have, 

From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Our  lips  (hall  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word  a  miracle.] 
P  p 


124  Hymn  2.  B.  II, 

5  [Thefe  Weflern  fhores,  our  native  land, 
Lie  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 

Our  foes  of  vict'ry  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

6  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 

To  him  who  thunders  through  the  fky, 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

j  [Pillars  of  lading  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th*  Eternal  Name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honours  of  the  God  of  war.] 

8  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 

Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  ; 
Let  there  be  fung,  with  warmeft  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

9  [Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint  in  the  worfhip  and  the  praile.] 

Hymn  II.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  of  a  /inner* 
i   "Ti  /J"Y  thoughts  on  awful  fubjech  roll, 
J^JS^   Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  mores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 
Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  me  defcends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coaft, 


B.  II.  Hymn   3.  125 

Amongft  abominable  fiends  ; 
Herfelf  a  frighted  ghoft. 

4  There  endlefs  crowds  of  finners  lie, 

And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  ; 
Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair,  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifh  and  their  blood 

For  their  old  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compaflion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  foul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

Hymn  III.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint, 
i  "W  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
VV     Or  *hake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jefus  fends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too,  - 

As  fail  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd, 

And  foften'd  ev'ry  bed  : 


126  Hymn   4.  B.  II 

Where  fhould  the  dying  members  reft, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcended  high, 

And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  fouls  mail  fly, 
At  the  great  rifing  day. 

6  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rife  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  j 
Ye  £  ints,  afcend  the  ikies. 

Hymn   IV.     Long  Metre. 

Salvation  in  the  cr&fs* 
i    "jf  YE  RE  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God, 
J.  A   *  tay  r  y  ')U^  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus  !  nor  fhall  it  e'er  remove. 

'2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  fhall  fright  my  foul  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  rne  hence, 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  fhould  lie  : 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  mutt  peiifh — here  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 
Am  I  not  fete  beneath  thy  ihade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  flrike  me  here  j 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ; 

And  my  beft  honours  to  his  name. 


B.  II,  Hymn  5,  6.  127 


Hymn  V.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  to  praife  Chriji  better. 

yf  T     ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
1  j   O'er  the  fharp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  crofs  j 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquilh'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  fee  the  Man,  that  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  lide  \ 

3  My  paflions  rife  and  foar  above  : 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  °r 
Fain  would  I  reaoh  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  fings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  drains  ; 
And 'in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 

Falls  far  below  thy  victories.. 

5  Well,  the  kind  mkiute  mud  appear, 
When  we  mail  leave  thefe  bodies  here, 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high,; 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

Hymn  VL     Common. 'Metre.. 

A  morning  Jong., 

t  /'"XNCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 
\^Jr   Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  ikies. 

2-  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats,, 
The  day  renews  the  found, 

P    P    2 


128  Hymn  7.  B.  II 

Wide  as  the  heav'n,  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  *Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  (hall  fpeak  his  praife  ; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withftand  : 
Thy  juftice  might  have  crufiVd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

5  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  laft  fetting  fun  ; 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilft  1  enjoy  the  light  ; 
Then  ihall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafant  night. 

Hymn  VII.     Common  Metre. 

An  evening  fong. 

j  [THREAD  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 
JL/   Like  holy  incenfe  rife  : 
Ailiil  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  Ikies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  ilill  my  guard  ; 
And  ftill  to  drive  my  wants  away^ 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd.] 

3  Perpetual  bkffings  from  above 

Encompafs  me  around, 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 


B.  II.  Hymn  8. 129 

4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  who  dy'd 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th*  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breaft. 

Hymn  VIII.     Common  Metre. 

A  hymn  for  morning  or  evening* 
i   T  TOSANNA,  with  a  cheerful  found, 
J_  J[  To  God*s  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  thoufand  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  ftand. 

2  That  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 

That  rais'd  us  with  a  word, 
And  evVy  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  evening  reds  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room  \ 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed- 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  aifure 

That  we  (hall  end  the  day  ; 
For  death  Hands  ready  at  the  door 
To  fnatch  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 

To  God's  revenging  law  y 


130 Hymn   9, B.  II, 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 
Our  feeble  flefli  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

Hymn  IX.     Common  Metre. 

Godly  for  row  arifing  from  the  f offerings  of  Chriji* 
i      A   LAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  I 
Xj^.   And  did  my  So  v'  reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  {lain,  fweet  Jefus,  thiner 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  SufFrer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done. 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide? 

And  (hut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  bluming  face^ 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears, 

Diilolve  my  heart  in  thankfuinefs, 

And  meit  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  gri^f  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  or  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away  ; 
'lis  all  that  I  can  do.- 


B.  II.  Hymn  10,  11.  131 

Hymn  X.     Common  Metre. 

Parting  with  carnal  joys. 
i   T\/TY  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight, 
JL V A   -^nd  bids  the  world  farewell ; 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 

Nor  feek  your  friendfhip  more  ; 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 

That  fuits  my  large  defire ; 

To  boundlefs  joy  and  folid  mirth 

My  nol-'e;  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th*  Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fphere, 

The  glorious  and  the  great, 
Brings  his  own  all-fufficience  there, 
To  make  our  blifs  complete.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

Pd  climb  the  heav'nly  road ; 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  drefs'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  fmiling  God. 

Hymn  XL     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 
i   T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
J_  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind* 


132  Hymn  12.  B.  IL 

2  Your  flreams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair  ; 
And  whiift  I  liilen'd  to  your  long, 
Your  flreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'rous  feas. 
And  bade  me  feek  fuperior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  mining  realms  above 

I  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  j 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  Ikies  ! 

5  There,  from  thel^ofom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  : 
There  would  I  fix  my  lait  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

Hymn  XII.     Common  Metre. 

Chrlft  is  the  fubftance  of  the  Levitical  prieflhood. 

i   rlT"HE  true  Meffiah  now  appears, 
J[     The  types  are  all  withdrawn  : 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  flars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoking  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain, 
Incenfc  and  fpice,  of  coftly  names, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  ofFring  and  the  priefl. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  fhov/ 

The  wonders  of  his  love  j 


B.  II.  Hymn  13-  133 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

t  "  Father,"  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  fins, 
"  For  I  myfelf  have  dy'd  ;" 
And  then  he  fhows  his  open'd  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 


Hymn  XIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  creation,  prefervation,  diffblution,  and  reftoration> 
of  this  world, 

i    OING  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  fkies, 
l3  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  ftately  frame  >t 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  framed  the  hills, 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft  ; 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engine  laft, 
Till  all  his  faints  are  gather'd  in  : 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft, 
To  {hake  it  all  to  dull  again. 

5  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  Ikies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 


134  Hymn  14,  15.  B.  II. 

Hymn  XIV.     Short  Metre. 

The  Lord's  day  ;  or9  delight  in  ordinances. 
i       "IT  TELCOME,  fweet  day  of  reft, 
W     That  faw  the  Lord  arife  j 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

i       The  Xing  himfelf  comes  near, 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fin. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  ftay 
In  fuch  a  frame  as  this ; 

And  fit  and  fing  herfelf  away 
To  everlaiting  blifs. 


Hymn  XV.     Long  Metre. 

The  enjoyment  of  Chrijl  ;  or,  delight  in  wcrftip. 
i   TT' AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone ; 
J^7     Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee — 
I  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  deiire : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  {land 

In  blooming  rows  ai  thy  right  hand  ; 
And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  bliis  perpetual  glide. 


B.  II.  Hymn  16.  135 

4  Hafte  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face, 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  tafle  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facred  wine.J 

5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  mine  : 
Thou  brighteft,  fweeteft,  faireft  One, 
That  eyes  have  feen,  or  angels  known  ! 

Hymn  XVI.     Long  Metre. 

Part  the  fecond. 
i   "1"    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
£  j  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  paflions  to  a  fiame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 

2  When  I  can  fay,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit,  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlalting  day. 

4  Well,  we  mall  quickly  pafs  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coafis  of  perfect  light  y 
Then  fhall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  [There  fhall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  blifs^ 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ; 


136  Hymn   17.  B.  II. 

Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pafs  through  this  barren  land  j 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 
A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  thee.] 

Hymn  XVII.     Common  Metre. 

God's  eternity. 
i    TJ  ISE,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
JlV  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  ; 
And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  Eternal  God. 

2  Long  ere  the  lofty  Ikies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafc, 

But  ftill  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling-place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  prefent  and  the  paft, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  Now, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafle. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  perifh  too, 

And  vaft  deftruction  come  ; 
The  creatures — look  !  how  old  they  grow, 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 

6  Well,  let  the  fea  (hrink  all  away, 

And  flames  melt  down  the  Ikies, 
My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 


B.  II.  Hymn  18,  19.  137 

Hymn  XVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  minlftry  of  angels, 
i    YJIGH  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light, 
jTA  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels,  ftretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  I 

"  Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 

"  Sing  and  proclaim — the  Saviour's  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fides, 
And  thick  around  Elifha  ftands  \ 
Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  j 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafts, 

Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 


Hymn  XIX.     Common  Metre. 

Our  bodies  frail,  and  God  oar  preferver. 

LET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

Frefh  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 

And  flourifh  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 

And  fades  the  grafs  away. 


138 Hymn  20.  B.  II. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings, 

And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Srange  !  that  a  harp  of  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame. 

The  God  who  buiit  us  firft  ^ 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  Name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft. 

5  [He  fpake — and  (trait  our  hearts  and  brains, 

In  all  their  motions,  rofe  ; 
"  Let  blood,"  faid  he,  "  flow  round  the  veins," 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.] 

H\mn  XX.     Common  Metre. 

Back/lidings  and  returns  ;  or9  the  inconjtancy  of  our  love* 
i    "1[T[  THY  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee, 
VV     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 
i  [Why  mould  my  foolifh  paflions  rove  ? 
Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tafted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

The  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paft, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafte, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 


B.  II.  Hymn  21.  139 

5  [Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 
And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 

That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo  ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  [Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain? 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief, 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again  ; 
He  flies  to  my  relief  i 

8  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprife3 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  companion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

9  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thusy 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ! 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 
Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.J 

20  [Make  hade,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal* 
And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
O-n   the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread  !]. 

Hymn  XXL     Long  Metre. 

A  Jong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer. 
1  T     ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
\   \   Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  ; 
But  the  fweet  theme  that  moves  my  tongue 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 
\  Behold. !   a  God  defr.ends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  I 


140  Hymn  22.  B.  II 

How  the  black  gulf,  where  Satan  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood, 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Infinite  Lover  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  : 
Thy  wondrous  name  mall  be  ador'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth,  and  wider  heav'n. 

Hymn  XXII.     Long  Metre. 

With  God  is  terrible  majejiy. 
3  rT^ERRIBLE  God,  who  reign'ft  on  high, 
X     How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  hand  I 
Thy  fiery  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 
And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt — and  feels  it  ftill — 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 

*c  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ?" 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit  ; 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne  : 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
Or  his  flrong  hand  fhall  crufh  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  that  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  \ 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 


B.  II.        •    Hymn  23,  24.  141 


Hymn  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  fight  of  God  and  Chrifi  in  heaven. 
i  "ip\ESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
\_J  Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  j 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thefe  inferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feafl  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  light 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne ! 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  lights 

Cloth'd  in  a  body  Jike  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  fhines  gracious  through  the  man? 
And  fheds  fweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  iing  ; 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  ihail  mount  to  dwell  above  ; 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  nng,  and  love  ? 

Hymn  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  evil  of  fin  viftble  in  the  fall  of  angels  and  men. 

1  "\^7^HEN  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  flues, 
\\     And  form'd  all  nature  with  a  word  j 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 


142 Hymn  25. B.  II, 

2  High  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng 
Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel,  fat ; 
Amongft  the  morning  liars  he  fung, 
Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 

How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  dovjrt9 

Sun  of  the  morning,  from  the  fkies  /] 
\  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  Hood, 

Till  fin  defiPd  the  happy  place : 

They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  God, 

And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 
;  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bowY, 

And  fpread  deftruction  all  abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  that  in  one  hour 

Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 
>  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 

That  fuch  a  foe  fhould  feize  thy  breaft  ; 

Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  guefL 
'  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 

Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife  mT 

Thine  everlafting  arms  we  fmg, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 


Hymn  XXV7.     Common  Metre. 

Complaining  of fpiritual  Jloth. 
i   1*  yTY  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  L 
X V J.   Awake,  my  fluggiih  foul  ! 
Nothing  has  half  tlw  work  to  do  , 
Y'et  nothing's  half  fo  dull  ! 
2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  ; 
Y^et  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain^ 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 


B.  II.  Hymn  26. 143 

3  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  ftars  their  courfes  move  \ 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  \ 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good ; 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  {£at  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  fhall  we  lie  fa  fluggifh  Hill, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  mall  our  active  fpirits  move ; 

Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

Hymn  XXVI.     Long  Metre. 

God  inviftble. 
i  T     ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals,  blind, 
JLj   We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  \ 
Oh  !  'tis  beyond  a  creature's  mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone; 
Where  neither  wings,  nor  fouls  can  fly. 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  incomparably  bright  ; 
And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subilantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  cheer  us  from  above ; 
Beyond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies. 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 


144 Hymn  27. B.  II. 

Hymn  XXVII.     Loner  Metre. 

o 

Praife  ye  him9  all  his  angels,     Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 

1  ^""^l  OD  !  the  eternal,  awful  name, 
\y  That  the  whole  heav'nly  army  fears, 
That  makes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  light  furrounds  his  dwelling-place  > 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flames,  declare 
The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fucli  poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 
But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  {hews  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 
Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  fongs  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak — for  you  feel  his  burning  love — 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  through  all  your  frame  1 
That  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
For  we,  on  earth,  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juftice  too  ; 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
That  vanquihYd  Satan  and  his  crew, 
When  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 

7  What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Fail  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft  ; 
You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo* 


B.  II.  Hymn   28.  145 

9  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  Ikies  j 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear  ; 
And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Let  numble  mortals  bow  and  fear.] 

Hymn  XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Death  and  eternity. 

i    O  TOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rife, 
C5   Converfe  a  while  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulfe  is  faint  and  few  : 
Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,  the  foul,  that  never  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  courts,  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts — triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair ! 

5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  fome  guardian-angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above  ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  foul  I  truft  ; 
And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  duft. 


146  Hymn  29,  30.         B.  II 

Hymn  XXIX.     Common  Metre. 

Redemption  by  price  and  power. 
i    TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  found  aloud  thy  laving  love, 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

.2  JBlefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  Jeareh  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quench" d  his  Father's  flaming  fvvord 
In  his  own  vital  flood  ; 

3  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  foul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl, 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never  ceafmg  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 


Hymn  XXX.     Short  Metre, 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
[  f^lOME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\^   And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

The  forrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banifh'd  from  the  place  : 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

Let  thofe  refufe  to  fmg, 
That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 


B.  II.  Hymn  31.  147 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 

That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  fky, 
And  manages  the  feas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 
€       There  we  fhall  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celeftial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets, 
so     Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  through  ImmanuePs  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

Hymn  XXXI.     Long  Metre. 

drift's  prefence  makes  death  eafy. 

I    \%  7TI Y  fliould  we  flart  and  fear  to  die  ? 
\  y     What  tim'rcus  worms  we  mortals  are ! 

R  R 


148  Hymn   32.  B.  II. 

Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  flrife, 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prifon,  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  mould  flretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly,  fcarlefs,  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feci  the  terrors  as  me  pafs'd. 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breaft  1  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 


Hymn  XXXIL     Common  Metre. 

Frailty  and  folly* 

i   TJ  OW  flioit  and  hafty  is  our  life ! 
j[  How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive 
To  lavifti  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  ilay  ; 
Juft  like  a  ftory,  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on  ; 
And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deferve  the  deepeft  hell, 

That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould  we  feel, 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love  ! 


B.  II. Hymn  33.  149 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

Hymn  XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  blejfed focieiy  in  heaven. 
i   Y3  AISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
Jjt  Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet, 
And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fun 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings, 

And  tread  the  courts  above  :     . 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mightieft  things. 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneit  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns. 
And  iheds  his  glorious  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,  the  Saviour  fits, 

And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-fhining  ikies, 

Behold  the  facred  Dove  ; 
While  banifh'd  tin,  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 
€  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 
7  [But,  oh,  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 
Tranfport  them  all  the  while ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus-'  face, 
And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  !J 


150 Hymn  34,  35.  B.  II, 

8  Jefus,  O  when  fhall  that  dear  day, 
That  joyful  hour,  appear, 
When  1  fhall  leave  this  houfe  of  clay, 
To  dwell  amongft  them  there  ? 

Hymn  XXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit ;  or,  fervency  of  devo* 

tion  defired. 
i  jT>10ME5  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^A   With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love^ 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ft  rive  to  rife  ; 
Hoiannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fhall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 


Hymn  XXXV.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption 
i    ¥     ET  them  neglecf,  thy  glory,  Lord, 


Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  fong  fhall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  prailc. 


B.  II.  Hymn  36.  151 

2  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  He  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

Who  form'd  us  by  a  word ; 
'Twas  He  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  !'; 

4  Hofanna!  let  the  earth  and  ikies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 


Hymn,  XXXVI.     Short  Metre,. 

Chrift's  interceffion. 

WELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
T'  appear  before  our  Godr 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. . 
No  fiery  vengeance  now,. 
No  burning  wrath  comes  down ■.$; 
If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  fliews  his  own , 

Before  his  Father's  eye  • 

Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves* 

Now  may.  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honour  fing  y 
Jefus,  the  Prieft,  receives  our  fongs,. 

And  bears  them  to  the  King. . 

[We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  found  -  his  glories  high  ' : 

R.R.3.. 


152  Hymn  37.  B.  II. 

"  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
"  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
"  And  triumphs  all  above  ?' 

But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  {trains, 
To  fpeak  immortal  love ! 

7  [How  jarring,  and  how  low, 
Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 

Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
And  they  mail  pleafe  the  King.] 

Hymn  XXXVII.     Common  Metre, 

The  fame. 
i  "V    IFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat, 
1  j  Where  your  Redeemer  ftays  : 
Kind  Interceffor,  there  he  fits, 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 

And  fhed  his  vital  blood ; 
Appeas'd  ftern  juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 

And  faints  their  ofPrings  bring  ; 
The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facrifice, 
Prefents  them  to  the  King. 

4  [Let  Papifts  truft  what  names  they  pleafe^, 

Their  faints  and  angels  boaft  ; 
We've  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  holt.] 

5  Jefus  alone  fhall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne  ; 
He,  deareft  Lord,  perfumes  my  fighs, 
And  fwectens  ev'ry  groan. 


B.  II.  Hymn  38,  39.  153 


6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King,, 
Hofanna  in  the  high' ft  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring- 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chrift.] 

Hymn  XXXVIIL    Common  Metre* 

Love  to  God* 
j    P  TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign? 
jLj[  Where  love  infpires  the  bread : 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train  „ 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 
<i  Knowledge — alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign7 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move ; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  $ 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  tings* 

When  faith  and  hope  fhall  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  fhajl  ftrike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfake  our  clayv 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode. 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  failing  God. 

Hymn  XXXIX.     Common  Metre* 

The  fliortnefs  and  mifery  of  life, 
i   /~^UR  days,  alas  1  our  mortal  days, 
\^J  Are  ihort  and  wretched  too  ! 
**  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  fays3  ' 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 


1'54  Hymn  40,  41.  B.  II 

a  'Tis  but,  at  heft,,  a  narrow  bound, 
That  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
And  pains  and  fins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten, 

3  Well,  if  ye  muft  be  fad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days*  in  hafte  ; 
Moments  of  fin,  and  months  oFwc.; 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  fouV 

And  call  her  to  the  Ikies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll,. 
And  glory  never  dies. 

Hymn  XL-     Common  Metre. 

Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  with  Ghrift* 
i    /"AUR  God,  how  firm  his  promife  ftands^ 
\^J  E'en  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trulls  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2.  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints^ 
Since  Chriit  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son.  • 

3  Beneath  his  f miles  my  heart  has  hVd„ 
And  part  of  heav'n  poffefs'd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd,, 
And  truft  him  for  the  reft.. 

Hymn  XLL.     Long  Metre. 

A  fight  of  God  imrtifies  us  to  the  world \ 

i   [T  T^  to  l*ie  fields,  where  angels  lie, 
\^j    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  fin  hangs  heavy  on  my  foul.. 


B.  II. Hymn  42. 1^5 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Chrift, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove ; 
And  thou  can'ft  bear  me  where  thou  fly'ft* 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celeftiai  Dove  ! 

3  Oh  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th*  eternal  fkies  -, 

What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be, 
How  defpicabie  to  my  eyes  !j 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vaniili  foon  ; 
Vanifh,  as  though  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave* 
I  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
"While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar* 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fiiall  bow,  and  fing 
Thine  endlefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

Hymn  XLIL     Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  God, 

i  T\/TY  Goo%  wnat  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
XVX   Above,  at  thy  right  hand  1 
Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  fland  I 

2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheerful  note ; 
The  lark  mounts  upward  tow'rd  the  fkies^ 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat  : 

3  And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Do  fhout  with  joyful  tongues  j 
Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  board3 
We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs* 


1 5 6 Hymn _4 3. B.  II. 

4  While  Jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace, 

We  ling,  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But,  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  [Jufl  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  flate, 
Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  through  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

6  Jufl  fo,  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  reiilefs  circles  rove  ; 
Jufl  fo  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  jefus  hides  his  love.] 


Hymn  XLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Chr'ijYs  Jufft rings  and  glory. 

i   T^TOW  ro1'  a  tune  °f  l°fty  praife 
X^i    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  -9 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafling  love  ! 

3  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath— 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  monflers  fpilt  ; 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  Almighty  Captive  left  the  earth* 
And  rofe  to  everlafling  day. 


B.  II.  Hymn   44. 157 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  fhining  grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  ! 

7  Amongft  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

Hymn  XLIV.     Long  Metre. 

Hell ;  or,  the  vengeance  of  God. 
i  *W  7TTH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 
VV     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore ; 
Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far,  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  (lores  of  vengeance  there. 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflidt  immortal  pains, 
Dipt  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firft  finner,  lies, 
And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 
In  vain  the  rebel  itrives  to  rife, 

Crufti'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son — 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haflens  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 


158  Hymn  45,  46.  B>  II. 

Hymn  XLV.     Long  Metre. 

God's  condefcenfion  to  our  worfhip. 

i   nP'HY  favours,  Lord,  furprife  our  fouls  ; 

X     Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 

What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 

To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 

And  pleafe  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  fongs  ; 
But  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  ! 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  i 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
But  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

Hymn  XLVI.     Long  Metre, 

God's  condefcenfion  to  human  affairs. 
i   "  "  TP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
\_)    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafung  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  [He  that  can  fhake  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  God  ! 

3  God,  that  muft  (loop  to  view  the  fides, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  caifo  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footftcps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  kings 
Beflows  his  counfels,  and  his  cares. 


B.  II.  Hymn  47.  159 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ; 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
For  worms  were  never  raised  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow-worm. 

7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  fhould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

«  '  '  I  W  I  ■ 

Hymn  XLVII.     Long  Metre. 

Glcry  and  grace  in  the  per/on  of  Chrift* 
i  ^kJOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  ! 

J/SI    Awake,  my  foul  ;  awake,  my  tongue  $ 
Hofanna  to  th'  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  v^here  it  mines  in  Jems'  face, 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  The  fpacious  earth  and  fpreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'fy  rolling  ftar. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
The  noblell  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleafmg  luilre  of  his  eyes 
Outfhines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  5 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jems'  name  : 

S  s 


160  Hymn  48,  49.  B.  II. 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
5  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face-— 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 


Hymn  XLVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  the  creatures  is  dangerous. 
i    TJOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
jfjL  How  fal/e,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  plcafure  hath  its  poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brighter!  things  below  the  Iky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light  ; 
We  mould  fufpect  fome  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  poflefs  delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  nearefl  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My-$iffs  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Hymn   XLlX.     Common  Metre, 

Mops  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 
i   TT\EATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
JL/  If  God  be  with  us  there  j 


B.  II.  Hymn    50.  161 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkeft  made, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  PifgaVs  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 
My  flefh  itfelf  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd^in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath  ; 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  st  death. 

Hymn  L.     Long  Metre. 

Comforts  under  for  rows  and  pains, 
i  T^JOW  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile, 
X^l    And  fhew  my  name  upon  his  heart  j 
I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 
And  in  the  pleafure  lofe  the  fmart. 

2  But  oh  !  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  bleffed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  fink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet  why,  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ? 
Still,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  \ 
Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bears  his  faints; 
And  feels  their  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  : 
Pd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 


162 Hymn  51, B.  II. 

5  When  the  lafl  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
■  Thofe  letters  (hall  fecurely  ftand, 

And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
"Writ  by  th*  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  (hall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  1  wait  my  Father's  will  j 
My  riiing  and  my  letting  fun 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

" ■  -....»■■  i. ■■■ ..  ii..     .-         Ill  |IIIBI-M. 

Hymn  LI.     Long  Metre. 

God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father* 
RIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  ! 

Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat : 
To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thiue  awful  feet. 

2  [Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fways 
All  nature  with  a  fov'reign  word ; 

And  the  bright  world  of  liars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.  J 

3  [Mercy  arid  truth  unite  in  one, 
And,  fmiling,  fit  at  thy  right  hand  : 
Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.]] 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 

But  who,  amonglt  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  companion  with  thee? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd  in  fleih  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  [Their  glory  Ihines  with  equal  beams  j 
Their  eifence  is  forever  one  ; 

Though  the,y  are  known  by  diff'rent  names, 
The  Fathlr  God,  and  God  the  Son. 


B.  II.  k  Hymn  52.  163 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  $ 
His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord.] 

Hymn  LIL     Common  Metre. 

Death  dreadful^  or  delightful. 

1  T>EATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
JL/  To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 

To  leek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  fhe  lifts  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  ikies, 
To  darknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  fhibborn  nnners  fear  ; 
You.  muft  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flames  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downward  too, 
And  ling  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 

Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  feme  celeftial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

Ss  3 


164 Hymn  53. B.  II. 

Hymn  LIII.     Common  Metre, 

The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  ;  or,  earth  and  heaven* 
i   T     ORD  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
JLj   That  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholeibme  trees, 
Nor  ltreams  of  living  joy  ! 

a  But  pricking  thorns  through  ail  the  ground, 
And  mortal  poifons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord!  we  would  keep  die  heavenly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  (ball  tread  the  defart  through 

With  undiverted  feet  ; 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beads  of  prey 

Around  the  foreft  roam  : 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  flrangers  home.] 

6  [Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below, 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  wc  go 
Is  everlaiiing  day.] 

7  By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  (acred  road  ; 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares, 

We  make  our  way  to  God, 
3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  {till  ; 
Forget  thefe  troubles  of  the  ways, 

And  reach  at  Zicn's  hilh 


B.  II. Hymn  54.  165 

9  [See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home.] 
io  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount, 
Our  weary  fouls  fhall  fit, 
And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

1 1  [No  vain  difcourfe  mall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  (hall  be  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 

12  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 
Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlefs  praife  renew. 

Hymn  LIV.     Common  Metre* 

God's  prefence  is  light  in  darknefs. 
i  Ik  /!TY  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys, 
XVJL  The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighten;  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkeft  {hades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  Morning  Star, 
And  he  my  rifing  Sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
While  Jefus  ihews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifpers — I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  ihining  way, 
V  embrace  my  deareft  Lord  I ' 


166  '  Hymn   55. B.  II 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghaftly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

Hymn  LV.     Common  Metre. 

Frail  life,  and  fuccee  ding  eternity. 

1  nHHEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

\_     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  j 

What  dying  worms  are  we  1 

2  [Our  wafting  lives  grow  ihorter  fUU, 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell 
p  Leaves  but  the  number  lcfs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  (teals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  ; 
What  e'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  traveling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  (land  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  pulh  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  (lender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 

Upon  life's  feeble  firings  i 
<>  Infinite  joy,  or  endleis  wo, 

Attends  on  eVry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  u-nconcern'd  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 
j  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowly  fenfe 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
And,  if  cur  fouls  are  hurry'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 


B.  II.  Hymn  56,  57.  167 

Hymn  LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  mifery  of  being  without  God  in  this  world  /  or, 

vain  profperity. 
i  1VTO  !  I  fhall  envy  them  no  more, 
/^l    Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  {lore, 
And  rife  to  wondrous  height. 
a  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ; 
Well,  they  may  fearch  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own  \ 
But  death  comes  haft'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  {lately  head  j 

Away  your  fpirit  Mies  ; 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  Ikies. 

5  Go  now,  and  boafl  of  all  your  {lores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  mine  ; 
Your  heaps  of  glkt'ring  duft  are  your's, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine  ! 

Hymn  LVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  pleafures  of  a  good  confcience. 
i  T    ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 
|   j  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  fin  ! 
Should  {lorms  of  wrath  {hake  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n'and  peace  within. 
2  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  \ 
And  fort  and  filent  as  the  {hades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 


168 Hymn  58. B.  II, 

3  LQi^k  as  tfceir  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
But  iiy  not  half  fo  fwift  away  ! 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th*  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  plealures  grow  1 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  lmiles, 
Sit  undiiturb'd  upon  their  brow,] 

5  Theyjfcorn  to  feck  our  golden  toys ; 
But  ipend  the  day  and  marc  the  night 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  groveling  in  the  dull  below; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

Hymn  LVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Tbefhortnefs  of  life  and  the  goodnefs  of  God* 
i   rF^IME  !  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis ! 
JL     And  days,  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  mooting  ftar. 

2  [The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 

Then  Aide  away  in  haite ; 
That  we  can  never  fay — they're  here  ; 
But  only  lay — they're  pajt.~\ 

3  [Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die.] 

4  Yet,  mighty  God !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  latting  favours  fhare  ; 
Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year. 


B.  II. Hymn  59, 169 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 
While  grace  (lands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  5 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd ! 

7  Thus  we  begin  tiie  lading  fong  ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  praife  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

Hymn  LIX.     Common  Metre. 

Paradife  on  earth, 

1  /^l  LORY  to  God,  who  walks  the  fky, 
\j  And  fends  his  blefiings  through  ; 
Who  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 

And  gives  a  tafte  below. 

2  [Glory  to  God,  who  {loops  his  throne, 

That  dull  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrifl,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 

Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heav'n  on  earthly  ground,  « 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 

In  this  wild  defart  fprings  ; 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  ilraight  employ 
On  fweet  celeftial  things. 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 

And  each  his  glory  fhows  ! 
The  Rofe  of  Sharon  bloffoms  here, 
The  faireft  flow'r  that  blows, 


170  Hymn  60.  B.  II, 

6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 

And  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 
Pleafures  that  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne  !J 

7  But,  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay  ; 

How  foon  my  fins  arife, 
And  match  th*  heav'nly  Icene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  fhall  the  time,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  mining  day  appear, 
That  I  mall  leave  thefe  clouds  of  fin. 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  ikies, 

My  haily  feet  would  go  ; 
There  everlafting  flow'rs  arife, 
And  joys  unwith'ring  grow. 

Hymn  LX.     Long  Metre. 

The  truth  of  God  the  promifcr  ;  or,  the  promifes  arc 

our  fecurity. 
i   IT} RAISE,  everlafting  praife,  be  paid 

To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  : 
Praife  to  the  God  whofe  flrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  flrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give  ; 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpake,  and  lpread  the  ikies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round  ; 


RIL Hymn  61. 171 

And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 
On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ? 
Why  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

6  Oh,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lading  faith, 
To  credit  what  th*  Almighty  faith  ! 
T'  embrace  the  meffage  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then,  fliould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make. 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks,  when  billows  roar. 

8  Our  everlafting  hopes  arife 
Above  the  ruinable  Ikies, 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  court  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

Hymn  LXL     Common  Metre, 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 
fY  foul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
I   And  think  how  near  it  (lands, 
When  thou  nauft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

[And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you, 

Whene'er  the  fummoris  come.] 

Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  (lead  ; 
Then  would  our  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  converfe  with  the  dead, 

T  T 


172 Hymn   62.  B.  II 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  mould  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  [How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  flefh, 

Thefe  fetters  and  this  load, 
And  long  for  ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 

6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come, 
And  pray  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

Hymn  LXII.     Common  Metre. 

God  the  thunder er  ;.  or,  the  laji  judgment  and  hell.* 
i    OING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 
£3   And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coafts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  chariot  makes  the  Iky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 

There  all  his  {lores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noiftrils  breathe  out  fiery  dreams — ■ 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along  ! 

4  Think,  O  my  foul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incenfed  God 
Shall  rend  the  iky,  and  burn  the  fea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 
c}  What  fhall  the  wretch,  the  finner  do  ? 
He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 

*  Made  in  a  great  fudden  ftorra  of  thunder,  Auguft  aoth,  iC<)j4 


B.  II.  Hymn  63,  64. 173 

But  he  fhali  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 
6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  (hall  roll, 
To  blaft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  ftorm. 

Hymn  LX1II.     Common  Metre. 

A  funeral  thought* 
i   TT  ARK  !  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  found  ! 
J_  JL  Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

"  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
"  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head 
"  Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flem, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

Hymn  LXIV.     Long  Metre, 

God  the  glory  and  the  defence  of '  Zion* 

1  TTAPPY  the  church,  thou  facred  place, 
JTjI  Tne  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  -y 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits  j 


174  Hymn  65.'  B.  II 

Nor  fhall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage ; 

A  gain  ft  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  j 
Like  rifing  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dafh,  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell  j 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  fhield,  and  God  our  fun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fiieds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praife. 


Hymn  LXV.     Common  Metre. 

fhe  hope  cf  heaven  our  fupport  under  trials  on  earth. 
i   "TIT THEN  1  can  read  my  title  clear 
\ V      *  °  manfions  in  the  ikies, 
1  bid  farewell  to  cv'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  againft  my  foul  engage, 

And  helEih  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  Gud,  my  heav'n,  my  all  : 

4  There  (hall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft  ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  bread. 


B.  IL  Hymn  66,  67.  175 

Hymn  LXVI.     Common  Metre* 

A  profpecl  of  heaven  makes  death  ea/y* 
i  nr^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
X     Where  faints  immortal  reign  j 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divicfes 
This  heav'nly  land  from  our's. 

3  [Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fwelling  flood, 

Stand  dreft  in  living  green  : 
So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  flood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals- dart  and  flirink, 

To  crofs  this  narrow  fea, 
And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink. 
And  fear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove^ 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife— 
And  fee  the  Canaan,  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  : 

16  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
And  view  the  landfcape  o'er  ; 
Not  Jordan's  ftrearn,  nor  death's  cold  flood.} 
Should  fright  us  from  the  fhore. 

Hymn  LXVI  I.     Common  Metre, 

God's  eternal  dominion. 
I    fl  REAT  God  1  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
VJJT  What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  1 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee, 
T  t  z 


176  Hymn  68.  B.  II 

i  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Ere  feas  or  ftars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  prefcnt  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears — 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  fcenes  are  drawn,, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undifiurb'd  ailaiVs. 

6  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praiie  to  thee. 

Hymn  LXVIII.     Common  Metre, 

The  humble  worjlrip  of  heaven. 
i  TT'ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
JP     The  place  of  thine  abode  ! 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 

2  Here  1  behold  thy  diftant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleafing  figh'c ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight ! 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Fieafure  fprings  freih  forever  thence,. 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 


B.  ir. Hymn  69.  177' 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  holts  are  feen  \ 

In  fhining  ranks  they  move ; 

And  drink  Immortal  vigour  in, 

With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  mrink  to  nothing  there., 
Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hoft 

In  duty,  and  in  blifs  \ 
While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
And  vanity  confefs.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes? 

The  humbler  I  fhall  lie  ; 
Thus,:  while  I  fink,  my  joys  fhall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

Hymn  LXIX.     Common  Metres 

The  faithfulnefs  of  God  in  the  promifes. 
X'  [13  EG1N,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme,, 
JO)  And  fpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing  y 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King.. 
2.  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad; 
Sing  the  fweet  promife  of  his  grace3 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation  from  the  Lord, 

Tor  wretched^  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen.. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brafs, 

The  mighty  promife  fhines  ; 
Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  raze 
Thofe  evsriaiiin-g  lines.] 


178 Hymn  70. B.  II. 

5  [He  that  can  daih  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  j 
He  fpeaks — and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built  the  ikies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  ftars  along 
Speaks  all  the  prornifes. 

7  He  faid — Let  the  wide  heav'n  be  fpread. 

And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  : 
Abrah'm*  Yll  be  thy  God,  he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abrah'm's  God. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thine  heav'nly  tongue 

But  whifper — thou  art  mine  ! 
Thofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  1 
I'd  truft  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  defires  no  more.] 


Hymn   LXX.     Long  Metre. 

God's  dominion  over  the  fea.     Pf.  cvii.  23,  &c. 

1  ^""1  OD  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
\y  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice ! 
x\nd  one  foft  word  of  thy  command 

Can  fink  them,  filent,  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  iea  divides  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  ft  or  my  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  finals,  am  id  ft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay ; 
The  meaneit  fiih  that  fwims  the  Hood 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  praiie  to  God. 


B.  II. Hymn   71, 179 

4  [The  larger  monfters  of  the  deep 
On  thy  commands  attendance  keep  : 
By  thy  permiffion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way, 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  temped  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  frill,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  fky.] 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ador'd 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  I 
Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas,. 
Bold  men  refufe  their  Maker's  praife, 

7  [What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  I 
While  on  the  flood  they  fafely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  finooths  the  tide, 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 
And  fome  drink  death  among  the  waves  : 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them. J 

9  Oh,  for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord,  (hake  the  land  t 
Great  Judge,  defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  iky. 

From  the  70th  to  the  loSth  hymn,  I  hope  the  reader  will  forgive 
the  negled?  of  rhyme  in  the  \ft  and  $d  lines  of  the  ftanza. 

Hymn  LXXL     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  rT"1HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

JL     My  joyful  voice  mall  ling, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 

2  TTwas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay,. 

And  wrought  this  human  frame  \ 


180  Hymn  72.  B.  IL 

But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
Our  nobler  fpirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfhip  with  our  tongues  : 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fkies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beafts  of  ev'ry  Ihape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  feas, 
Their  various  tribute  brings 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honour  fhine  j 

And  wheels  of  nature,  roll ; 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  pole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 

Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

~. , , — .    „  j» 

Hymn  LXX1L     Common  Metre* 

The  LorcVs-day  ;  or,  the  rcfarreftion  ofCbrift. 
i   T)  LEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
Xj  Beheld  our  riling  God  ; 
That  fa vv  him  triumph  o'er  the  duft, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode ! 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  Ikies  had  brought 
The  third  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  ileeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 


B.II.  Hymn  73,  74.  181 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  hofannas  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  King  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 

Hymn  LXXIII.      Common  Metre. 

Doubts  f cattered  ;  or,  /pi ritual  joys  reftored. 
i   TT  ENCE  from  my  foul,  fad  thoughts,  be  gone, 
J7X  And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  fhall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 
2  Barknefs  and  doubts  had  veilM  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  mining  rays, 
Difpeird  my  gloomy  fears. 
;  Oh  !  what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
And  raptures,  all  divine — 
When  Jefus  told  me — /  was  his, 
And  mv  Beloved  mine. 
4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain  ; 
One  glimpfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

"Hymn  LXXIV.     Sfeort  Metie.  *' 

Repentance  from  a  fenfe  of  divine  goodnefs  ;  or  a 
complaint  of  ingratitude. 
\       TS  this  the  kind  return, 

j[  And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  loye, 
Whence  all  our  bleffings  flow  ! 


182 Hymn   75. B.  II, 

2  To  what  a  ltubbcrn  frame 
Has  fin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 

What  itrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  ftrangely  kind  ! 

3  [On  us  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 

For  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run. 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men  : 

But  wc,  more  bafe,  more  brutifh  things, 
Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh  ; 

Break,  fov' reign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  iione, 

And  gives  us  hearts  of  flefh. 
5       Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 


Hymn   LXXY.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  and  eternal  joy  ;  or,  the  beatific  vifion  of  Chri/t* 
i   TT'ROPvI  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  Hiall  rife, 

Jl      And  run  eternal  rounds, 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly    beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blefTed  Jcfus  reigns, 

In  heav'n's  unrneafur'd  fpace, 
I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  p:eafure?  and  in  praife. 


B.1I» Hymn  76.  183 

4  Millions  of  years  my  woncTring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove  ; 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore  * 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  [Sweet  Jefus !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 

Shall  frefti  endearments  bring, 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

6  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  foul 

Up  to  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God.] 

Hymn  LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  refurrefilon  and  afcenjion  of  Ckriji. 
i   TT  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Prince  ©flight, 
XJL  Who  cloth'd  himfelf  in  clay  j 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  fling  away, 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellifli  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  fcatters  bleffings  down  j 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Of  the  celeftial  throne. 

5  [Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues,, 
To  reach  his  blefs'd  abode  j 

Uu 


184  Hymn   77.  B,  II 

Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fongs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudefl  firings., 
Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  ; 
Let  heav'n,and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuers  praife.] 

Hymn  LXXVII.     Long  Metre."" 

The  Chrijlian  warfare, 
j    O  TAND  up,  my  foul,  fhake  off  thy  fears, 
l^  And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone- 

2  Hell  and  thy  fins  refift  thy  courfe ; 
But  hell  and  fin  are  vanquifiYd  foes ; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe. 

3  [What  though  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage, 
And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite  ? 

Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  though  thine  inward  lufts  reoel  ? 
'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  ftrife.] 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

6  There  (hall  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 

Join  ie  myglorious  Leader's  rraife, 


&H.  Hymn  78,  79. 1£5 

Hymn  LXXVIII.    Common  Metre, 

Redemption  by  Chri/i. 
i  "^TITTHEN  the  firft  parents  of  our  race 
VV    Rebeliy,  and  loifc  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  fin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood  \ 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court,, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 

His  moft  divine  array  ; 
And  wrapt  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 
And  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  fleih  and  foul 

We  joyfully  refign  ; 
Bleft  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own. 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thine  honour  fhall  forever  be 

The  bus'nefs  of  our  days. 
Forever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praiie. 

Hymn  LXXIX.     Common  Metre, 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer, 
i  TJLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair, 
J7    We  wretched  Sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 


3L86 Hymn  80.  B,  IE 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpleis  grief ; 
He  faw — and  (G  !  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flefli, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoiPd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus> 

And  brake  our  iron  chains ; 
Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls 
From  everlafting  pains. 

5  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projects  tries  *, 
We,  that  were  doom'd  his  endlefs  flavcs*.. 
Are  rais'd  above  the  Ikies.] 

6  Oh !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

7  [Yes,  we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord  y 

Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofanna,  round  the  fpacious  earth, 
To  thine  adored  name  ! 

8  Angels,  aflift  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  : 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 


Hymn  LXXX.     Short  Metre 

God's  awful  power  and  goodnefs. 

OH  !  the  Almighty  Lord  ! 
How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 


B.  II.  Hymn   81.  187 

£      Let  proud  imperious  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 
Grouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things.,, 
Or  he  fhall  tread  you  down, 

3  Above  the  Ikies  he  reigns. 
And  with  amazing  blows. 

He  deals  infufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlafting  God, 

We  love  to  fpeak  thy  praifc  ; 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well  ; 

And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  fits  enthron'd  above  : 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might,. 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

Hsm&  LXXXI.     Common  Metre, 

Our  Jin  the  caufe  of  Chr'yVs  death. 
V     A   ND  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes,. 
jLJL  Now  I  begin  to  fee  : 
Oh  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  I 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 

Or  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monfters,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  I 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done.,, 
My  dear  eft  Lord  was  flair,  y 


188  Hymn  82.  B.  BL 

When  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  ! 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  : 
Hence,  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone^, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnifti  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms 

From  grace's  magazine ; 

And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  fin.. 

Hymn  LXXXII.     Common  Metre*.. 

Redemption  and  protection  from  f pi  ritual  enemies* 
i      A   RISE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
j£\_  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

a  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fix'd  my  (landing  more  fecure. 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footfteps  fail. 

4  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace  ;. 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fhield  the  iacred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  marpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r0 


B.  II.  Hymn  83,  84.  im 

6  Arife,  my  foul  ;  awake,  my  voice, 
And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour,  and  my  King. 


Hymn  LXXXIII.    Common  Metre, 

The  paffion  and  exaltation  of  Chrifi* 
i   nHHUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fkies— 
J[    M  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword ; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man5 , 
"  My  fellow,,,  faith  the  Lord. 

ft  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command  ^ 
And,  armed,  down  me  flies  ; 
Jefus  fubmits  tf  his  Father's  hand,. 
And  bows  his  headland  dies. 

3  But,  oh !  the  wifdom,  and  the  grace,.,, 

That  join  with  vengeance  now  ! 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too* . 

4  A  perfoa  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  be  flain, 
That  he  could  give,  his  foul  away, , 
And  take  his  life  again. . 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  on  high "; 

Let  ev'ry  nation  ting, 
And  angefs  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 

Hymn  LXXXIV;~Short; Metre," 

The  fame 
i\  .    ^^lOME,  all  harmonious  tongues^ 
\^A   Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  -7 
?Tis  Chrift,  the  Ever  la  (ting  God, 
And.Chrift,  the  man,  wc  fing, 


190; Hymn  85. KMT- 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flefh, 
To  take  away  our  guilt  ; 

Sing  the  dear  drops  of  facred  blood, 
That  hellifh  monfters  fpilt. 

3  [Alas  !  the  cruel  fpear 
Went  deep  into  his  fide  ; 

And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rous  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  fwelling  grief 
Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll  ; 

And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul. J 

5  Down  to  the  fhades  of  death 
He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 
The  crofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 

For  hell  itfelf  (hakes  at  his  names , 

And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 
j       There  the  Redeemer  fits 

High  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by,* 

And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 
S       There  his  full  glories  fhine 

With  uncreated  rays, 
And  blefs  his  faints'  and  angels'  eyes 

To  everlafting  da) 

Hymn  LXXXV,     Common  Metre. 

Sufficiency  of  pardon. 
i   *\^JT*^  does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
W     Thole  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  wafte  your  faith,. 
And  rieuriih  your  defpair  ?- 


E.  II,  Hymn  86. 19%. 

2  What  though  your  num'rous  fins  exceed 

The  flars  that  fill  the  fkies, 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rife  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  fwell, 
And  hath  its  curs'd  foundations  laid; 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never  failing  grace  ! 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  increafe ! 

5  It  rifeshigh,  and  drowns  the  hillsr 

Has  neither  fhore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  we  fearch  to  -find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  fwells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

Hymn  LXXXVL    Common  Metre,. 

'   Freedom  from  Jin  and  mifery  in  heaven* 

i  |f^\UR  fins5  ^as  •  now  flrong  they  be  ! 
\Jf  And  like  a  vi'lent  fea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away.. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  ! 

How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ! 
But  death  fhall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands^ 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move  ; 
No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal,. 
Or  cool  our  burning  love, 


192  Hymn  87.  B.  II, 

4  There  ihall  we  (it,  and  fing,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  every  face. 

5  Forever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  ; 
And  Jefus  and  falvation  be 
1  he  clofe  of  every  fong. 

Hymn  LXXXVIL  Common  Metre. 

The  divine  glories  above  our  reafon. 
i    TJOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
JLjL     Muft  our  Creator  be  ! 
Who  dwells  amidil  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity  1 

2  Our  foa ring  fpirits  upward  rife 

Tow'rd  the  celeftial  throne  : 
Fain  would  we  fee  the  bkiled  Three, 
And  the  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies; 
But  iliil  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls,. 

And  awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
Can  ftretch  a  thought  no  more.J 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  higheil  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  myfterious  King, 
While  angels  drain  their  nobler  pow'rs,, 
And  fweep  tW  immortal  faring.} 


n.  II.  Hymn  88,  89.  193 

HyMK  LXXXVIII.     Com.  Metre. 

Salvation. 

1  QALVATION  !  oh,  the  joyful  found  ! 
j^  3Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 

A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife  by  grace  divine 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
"While  all  the  armies  of  the  fky 
Confpire  to  raife  the  found. 

Hymn  LXXXIX.    Common  Metre, 

ChriJVs  viclory  over  Satan, 
j   TJ  OS  ANNA  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 
JLjL  The  prince  of  darknefs  flies  ; 
His  troops  rufli  headlong  down  to  hell, 
Like  lightning  from  the  Ikies. 

j2  There  bound  in  chains  the  lions  roar, 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  iheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

^  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King  ! 
All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vict'ries,  and  thy  deathlefs  fame, 

Through  the  wide  world  fhall  run  ; 
And  everlafling  ages  fing 
The  triumph  thou  haft  won, 


194  Hymn  90,  91.  B.  II 

Hymn  XC.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  in  Chriji  for  pardon  and fanclification. 

1  TOW  fed  our  ftate  by  nature  is! 

["X  ^ur  ^n>  now  ^eep it  ftams ' 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fail  in  his  flavifli  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ; 
Ho  !  ye  defpairingfinners,  come^ 
And  truji  upon  the  Lord, 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief  ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  mine  unbelief. 

\  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wa(h  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeft  dye. 

j  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 
My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellifli  crew.] 

)  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  ftrength,  and  rightcoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  all  ! 

Hymn   XCI.     Common  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chriji  in  heaven. 

OH,  the  deiights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jefus  fheds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  o 'allowing  grace. 


B.  II.  Hymn  91.  195 

2.  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  love 
Sit  fmiting  on  his  brow  ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
At  humble  dillance  bow. 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptres  down  ; 
Dominions,  thrones,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crown, 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praife 
Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet  ; 

And  lay  their  highefi  honours  down 
Submiffive  at  his  feet.] 

Thofe  foft,  thofe  bleifed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore, 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftand, 

And  all  the  faints  adore. 

■6  His  head,  the  dear  majeftic  head, 
That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  mine, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

This  is  the  Man,  th'  exalted  Man,    - 

Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  ! 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 

Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 

[Lord  !  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

•To  fee  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  \~] 

And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifli  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  fouls  awav, 

W  w 


196  Hymn  92.  B.  II. 

Hymn  XCII.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  faved,  and  her  enemies  difappointed  ;  or9 
deliverance  from  treafon. 

i    Q<HOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
1^3  Through  the  whole  nation  run  : 
Ye  wetter n  Ikies,  refound  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire  ; 

Thee  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 
And  join  with  the  celeftial  choir, 
To  praife  thJ  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And,  on  the  flarry  Ikies, 
Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage 

And,  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 
And  fhakes  their  Babel  down. 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  drove  in  vain 
To  'fcape  ali-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd  ; 

Their  treafons  all  betray'd  ; 
Praife  to  the  Lord  who  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebellions  trv  ; 
Their  fouls  (hall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away,  and  die. 


B.  II. Hymn   93.  197 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
From  their  malicious  pow*r  : 
Then  let  us  with  united  fongs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

Hymn  XCIII.      Short  Metre. 

God  all,  and  in  all.     Pfalm  ixxiii.  25. 
j       T\/f^  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
1VA  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  j 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
a       [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell  : 
'Tis  paradife,  when  thou  art  here  5 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are ! 

*Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there,  j 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 

They  lit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.} 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky9 
Can  one  delight  afford  -, 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  prefence,  Lord.  > 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleafures  roll; 

The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 


198  Hymn  94.  B.  II. 

8       [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly, 
"With  infinite  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher.]] 


Hymn  XCIV.     Common  Metre, 

God  my  only  happinefi.     Pfalm  Ixxiii.  25* 

1  7^/!"^  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love> 
1VJL     My  everlafting  all ! 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  ail  the  fkies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys  \ 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 

Amongft  the  {hades  1  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  {hews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeflbr  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  liars  my  own  ; 


B.  II,  Hymn  95.  19| 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas, 
And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore ; 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face. 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

Hymn    XCV.     Common  Metre,, 

Look  on  him  whom  they  pierced,  and  mourn* 

NFINITE  grief !  amazing  wo  ! 
Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
Hell  and  the  jews  confpir'd  his  death, 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fword. 
g  Oh  !  the  (harp  pangs  of  fmarting  pain 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns,, 
His  {acred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  jagged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bandsr 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 

4  'Twere  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins. 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes-  became  a  naU;1 
And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  pulPd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltlefs  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart — oh,  burft,  mine  eyesv 
And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  nunc  eyes 
In  -  u n  diiTe  mble d  wo!. 

W-  \V   2- 


200  Hymn  96,  97.  B.  II. 

Hymn    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

Diftinguijhing  love  ;  or,  angels  punijhed,  and  menfaved» 
i   THROWN  headlong  from  their  native  ikies 
JLI  The  rebel-angels  fell, 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs, 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave,, 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Unmeafurable  grace  ! 
Muft  Heav'n's  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  fave  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

4  Muft  angels  fink  forever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  mining  throne, 
To  raife  us  wretches  higher  ? 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  fkies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues. 
All  hallelujahs  fing  I 

Hy^in  XCVIL     Long  Metre. 

The  fame. 

i  ' FT1  ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
JL      And    wrath    and   darknefs  chain'd  them 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs,     [down  >, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown  ! 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace. 
That  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafiing  fetters  toe. 


B.  II.  Hymn  98.  201 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  Almighty  Love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all,  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  fhall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day* 

Hymn  XCVIIL     Common  Metre. 

Hardnefs  of  heart  complained  of. 
i  "Hk  /f  Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is. ! 
J. V JL  How  heavy  here  it  lies ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breafly 
Juft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep* 
Beneath  this  heart  of  ftone^ 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  prefies  down  my  faithV 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 

With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 
This  ftubborn,  this  relentlefs  thing, 
Would  thruft  it  from  mine  arms. 

5  Againfl  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  flood  ; 
My  heart,  it  fhakes  not  at  the  Wrath: 
And  terrors  of  a  God.. 

£  Bear  Saviour,  fleep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crrmfon  fea ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 


202  Hymn  99,  100.  B.  IL 

Hymn  XCIX.    Common  Metre. 

The  book  of  God's  decrees, 
i   '        ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
,1.  4  Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thoufand  ages  ere  the  fkies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  prefent  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
And  links  them  as  he  pleafe.Q 

4  If  light  attend  the  courfe  I  run, 

,rfis  he  provides  thofe  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  fun^ 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee, 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me, 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love, 
The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

.  « ________ _~_~  _____________________ 

Hymn    C.    Long  Metre. 

The  f  re/en ce  of  Chrifl  is  the  life  of  my  faL 
I    T|  OW  full  of  anguifli  is  the.  thought, 
jl_   How  it  diftracts  and  tears  n.y  heart., 
If  God,  at  hft,  my  fov're 

.uld  frown,  and  bid  my  ioul,  Depart  / 


B.  IL Hymn  100. 203 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ftage, 
Where  fhall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breaft  ? 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home, 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  reft. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here, 
Without  fome  glirapfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there. 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

134  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  thee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  fad  the  lhade ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  \ 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care, 
My  bleffed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize ; 
Dearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 

My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  mine  eyes. 

8  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Chrift  my  love.]} 

9  [My  God !  and  can  a  humble  child, 
That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exil'd, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 


204  Hymn   101.  B.  II. 

10  Impoffible  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fail  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be.] 

Hymn  CI.     Common  Metre. 

The  world's  three  chief  temptations. 
i  "TTrTHEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
VY     We  look  on  things  below, 
Honour,  and  gold,  and  feniual  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too  \ 

i  [Honour's  a  puff  of  noify  breath  ; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilft  others  ftarve  the  nobler  min#, 

And  feed  on  fhining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T*  indulge  a  fordid  luft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  but  a  drop  of  flatt'ring  fweet, 
And  dalh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  mine  all-fuflicient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  fill'd, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accofts  mine  ear. 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 


B.II.  Hymn  102,  103.  205 

Hymn  CII.     Long  Metre. 

A  happy  refurrettion. 
i  TVJO,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more, 
X^f    But,  with  a  cheerful  gafp,  refign 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine, 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefh, 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
My  God  fhall  raife  my  frame  anew, 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  ikies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day  ; 

Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come ; 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  flay ! 

4  [Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  fhed  his  richeft  grace,] 

5  [Hafte,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  flegping  clay  ; 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

Hymn  CIII.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  commiffiorim     John  iii.  16,  17. 

1  ^"^OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God, 
%^A   With  new  melodious  fongs  ; 

Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 


206  Hymn  104.  B.  II. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jefus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
No  hard  commirlion  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrift  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  finners,  you^may  heal  your  wounds. 

And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  fhall  rever  die. 

5  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  offer'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 


Hymn  CIV.     Short  Metre 

The  fame. 
i         V\  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 
[\  To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love 
Its  chief  Beloved  chofe, 

And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  flood  filcnt  by, 


B.  XL  Hymn  105.  207 


When  Chrifl  was  fent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  finners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  falvation  thou  haft  brought, 
And  love  and  praife  thy  name. 

Hymn  CV.     Common  Metre, 

Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 
i      A   ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
J_JL  And  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
5Tis  boundlefs,  'tis  amazing  love, 

That  bears  us  up  from  hell  i 

^  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt* 
Would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  vengeance  roils  above 
To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodnefs  cries,  Forbear  I 

And  ftraight  the  thunder  flays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulged  our  fin, 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lufts,  fhall  ye  command  ; 

No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  nand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away, 
X  x 


208  Hymn  106,  107.         B.  II 

Hymn  CVI.     Common  Metre. 

Repentance  at  the  crofs. 
i    (f^\H,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  wo, 
%^y  How  would  I  vent  my  figlis  ! 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  ftreaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  my  deareft  Lord 

Hung  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lufts  of  mine 

That  crucify'd  my  God  ; 
Thofe  fins  that  pierc'd  and  naiPd  his  flefli 
Fad  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  (hall  die  ; 

My  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  fr^are  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  Whilft,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 

1*11  raiie  revenge  againft  my  fins, 

And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

Hymn   CVI  I.     Common  Metre. 

The  everlafting  abfence  of  God  intolerable* 
i   rTT,HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
J[    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafle, 
When  I  muft  ft  and  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

a  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  Depart  ! 


B.  II.  Hymn  108.  209 

3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  moft  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What,  to  be  banifiYd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly  !] 

5  Oh  !  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  ftation  where 
I  mufl  not  tafte  his  love  ! 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  mine  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
Without  a  gracious  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  promife,  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  falvation  ftands. 

8  [Give  me  one  kind,  alluring  word, 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 
Her  threefcore  years  and  ten. 3 

Hymn  CVIIL     Common  Metre. 

Accefs  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator. 
i   if^  OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
\^ji  Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
2  Once  'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath. 
And  fhot  devouring  flame  ; 
Our  God  appear'd  confuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 


2io  Hymn  iog.  B.  IT. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jems'  blood, 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face  ; 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace  ! 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  feat, 
Nor  double  flaming  fword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs. 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raile  our  notes  of  praife,  • 
And  reach  th*  Almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 


Hymn   CIX.     Long  Metre. 

7  he  darknefs  cf  providence. 

LORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
Th'  obfcure  abyfs  of  providence  I 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 
Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
We,  Through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  companion  dill. 
Through  feas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We  fail,  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Through  all  the  terrors  of  the  night. 
Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  below  ; 
Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  fhall  bear  us  fafely  through. 


B.  II.  Hymn  no,  m.  211 

Hymn  CX.     Short  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death ,  in  hope  of  the  refurreclion* 
1  A   ND  muft  this  body  die  ? 

Ji\.  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
z       Corruption,  earth  and  worms 
Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefli. 

\       God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  often  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dud, 
Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 

j.       Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine  ; 
And  every  fhape,  and  every  face, 

Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jems'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

And  fing  his  pow'r  above. 

Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 


Hymn  CXI.     Common  Metre. 

Thank/giving  for  victory  ;  or,  God's  dominion,  and  our 

deliverance. 
1    fjflON  rejoice,  and  Judah  fing, 
mLj   The  Lord  alTumes  his  throne  ; 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 
X  x  2 


212  Hymn   112.  B.  II 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud, 

From  their  high  feats  are  huii'd  j 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th*  eternal  hills, 

Diftributes  mortal  crowns ; 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiles* 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,  that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquihYd  by  his  breath, 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  deatji. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence, 
Our  buckler  is  his  hand. 

6  [Still  may  the  King  of  grace  defcend 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  : 
And  all  the  honours  we  can  give, 
Be  offer'd  to  the  Lord.] 


Hymn  CXIL     Loner  Metre. 

o 

Angels  miriiftering  to  Chri/i  and  faints, 

GREAT  God,  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hail  thou  advane'd  the' Lord,  thy  Son 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne.. 
Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  ftate, 
In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 
His  orders  run  through  all  the  holts, 
Legions  deicend  at  his  command, 
To  fhield  and  guard  our  native  coafts, 
"When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land.. 


B.  II. Hymn  113. 213 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  fhall  bid  me  rife,  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

Hymn  CXIIL  Common  Metre, 

The  famei. 

i  r  |  ""HE  majefty  of  Solomon, 
1      How  glorious  to  behold  ; 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne,. 
The  iv'ry  and  the  gold  ! 

%  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  fliines 
With  far  fuperior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel-guards  are  fwift  as  winds,. 
Thy  minifters  are  flames., 
j  [Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 
His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled, 
To  celebrate  his  birth.. 

4  And  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears,, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.] 

5  Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6.  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  hoft;) 
To  fee  a  finner  turn  ; 
That  Satan  has  a  captive  loft, 
And  Chrift  a  fubjecT;  born>. 


214  Hymn  114,  115,         B.  II 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 
When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 
5-  Oh  !  could  I  fay,  without  a  doubt. 
There  lhall  my  foul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  fhout, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 


Hymn  CXIV.     Common  Metre* 

ChriJVs  death i  viclory,  and  dominion, 
i   '  "  SING  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  \ 
He  conquer'd  when  he  fell  : 
'Tisfaiijh'd,  faid  his  dying  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  'Tis  finijh'd,  our  I m man u el  cries  ; 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  : 
Hence  mail  his  fov'reign  throne  arife  > 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When,  through  the  regions  of  the  dead.,, 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  divide 

The  vengeance  or  reward, 
c  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  fev'ral  crowns, 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 


Hymn  CXV.     Common  Metre. 

Cod  the  avenger  of  his  pints  ;   or,  his  kingdom  fapr erne* 
i    T  TIG II  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
'  i  Reigns  the  Creator,  God  j 


B.  II.  Hymn    116.  215 

Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound 
Extends  his  awful  rod. 

i  Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  caft  their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  muft  die  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 

Not  dare  to  vex  the  juft  \ 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  duft. 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

Hymn  CXVL     Common  Metre. 

Mercies  and  i hanks. 

OW  can  I  fmk  with  fuch  a  prop 
As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe,  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give> 
My  cheerful  hands  refign, 


216         Hymn  117,  118.  B.  Ill 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fome  referve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 

Hymn  CXVII.     Long  Metre, 

Living  and  dying  with  God  prefent, 

i   T  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  j 
X  My  lite  expires  if  thou  depart  : 
Be  thou,  my  heart,  flill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  flay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
And,  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

Hymn  CXVIIL     Long  Metre. 

The  priejihood  of  Cbrift. 

i   TJLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  fkies  j 
jD  Revenge  !  the  blood  of  Abel  cries  ; 
But  the  dear  flream,  when  Chrifl  was  flain, 
Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein. 

t  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  ; 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by  ; 
And  rebels,  that  deferve  his  fword, 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And  for  our  pardon  pleads  his  blood. 


B.IL         Hymn  119,  120.  217 


Hymn  CXIX.     Common  Metre, 

The  holy  fcriptures. 

i   T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
ft   j   I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word, 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  aim  age  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 

3  [This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  confecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  rny  thirft  of  lin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  ; 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  Judge  who  ends  the  ftrife 

Where  wit  and  reafon  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forfake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand  ! 

Hymn  CXX.     Short  Metre. 

The  law  and  gof pel  joined  inferipture. 

i       r|  ^HE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

i     And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  $ 
Amidfl:  the  fmoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  .out  his  fiery  law. 


2i8  Hymn  121.  B.  II. 

1 ■      ■    -'• —    ,. _ —   ■  ■  .       .       •   Wi 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face  ; 
And,  fmiling  from  above, 

Sends  down  the  gofpel  of  his  grace5 
Th*  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  juft  commands  ; 

The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 
We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 

The  arms  of  grace  are  treafur'd  here, 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify 'd 
And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 

All  arts  and  knowledges  befide 
Will  do  us  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heav'nly  word, 
We  take  the  offer'd  grace, 

Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trufl  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  {hall  Satan  rage 
Againft  a  book  divine, 

Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 
Where  beams  of  mercy  mine. 


Hymn   CXXL      Long  Metre. 

The  law  and  gofpel  dijlingiufoed. 

1  r  I  ^ HE  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 

X     What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  repeal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 
And  (hews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  : 
O  can  expr  ft 

Forgiving  love,  and  cleaning  grace. 


B.  II.         Hymn  122,  123.  219 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once  ! 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  : 

The  man  that  trufts  the  promife,  lives. 


Hymn  CXXII.     Long  Metre. 

Retirement  and  meditation, 
¥Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  he 
JVJL  A  flranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ;j 
Amidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  higheil  love. 

%  Why  fliould  my  paffions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ! 
Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go ! 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefli  and  fenfe  ; 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  ail  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ;. 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Hymn  CXXIIL     Long  Metre, 

The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 
i      A   WAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
X"JL  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat  ; 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfliip  near  thy  feat. 
Y  Y 


220  Hymn  124. B.  II. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here,  our  various  wants  we  mourn  y 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 

And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleflings  in  variety. 

4  [If  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Here  we  receive  fome  cheering  word ; 
We  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lofd. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  flings) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arife, 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  !  my  foul  would  (till  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 
But  if  my  feet  mud  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

Hymn  CXX1V.     Common  Metre. 

Mcfes,  Aaron,  and  Jofhua. 

1  TlpIS  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

jL     On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  lent  to  men  by  Mofes*  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  that  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoke  of  fweetefl  fmell, 

Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 

Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will  ; 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill.  % 


B.  II.  Hymn  125,  126.  221 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide, 

The  tribes  of  Ifrael  (land, 
While  Mofes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy *dr 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifrael,  rejoice,  now  jofhua*  leads  ! 

Ke'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  pried. 


L 


Hymn  CXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Faith  and  repentance,  unbelief  and  impenitence. 
IFE  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n 
To  fouls  that  mourn  the  lins  they've  done  \ 
Children  of  wrath  made*  heirs  of  heav'n-, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Wo  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  itubborn  fin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies : 
He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

Hymn  CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God  glorified  in  the  go/pel. 
i   r  |  1HE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
1      Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r,  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the.  gof pel's  wondrous  frame, 
Frefh  wifdom  we  purfue  ; 

*  Jofhua  the  fame  with  Jefus,  andfignifies  a  Saviour*. 


222  Hymn    127.  B.  II, 

A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  whatever  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines  -y 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 
Wifdom  through  all  the  myft'ry  mines, 
And  fhines  in  Jems'  face. 

4  The  law  its  beft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  thy  revenging  juftice  fhowa 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 


Hymn  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Circumdf.cn  and  baptifnu 

[Written  only  for  thoie  who  praetife  the  baptifm  of  infants*] 

i   HPHUS  did  the  ions  of  Abrah'm  pafs 
JL     Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  ! 
The  young  difciples  bore  the  yoke, 
Till  Chrill  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  cov'nant,  and  his  love ; 
He  feals  to  faints  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
His  Spirit  on  their  offspring  (heel, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint  with  cheerful  voice 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days, 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 


B.  H.  Hymn  128 ,  129.         223 

Hymn  CXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Corrupt  nature  from  Adam, 
i   TJ  LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
JJ   Adam,  our  father,  flood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  ate  th>  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fenfual  race, 

To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 
And  fleih  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flefh,  and  fenfe,  and  paflion  reigns, 

Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  ; 
We  fancy  muflc  in  our  chains, 
And  fo  forget  the  'oad. 

o 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Our  broken  pow'rs  reftore  ; 
Infpire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flefh  fhall  reis;n  no  more  1 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 


Hymn  CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

We  walk  by  faith ,  not  byJigLt, 
>f  I  TS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

JL     We  walk  through  defarts  dark  as  night 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  cur  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

The  want  of  fight  me  Well  fttpplies  y 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  \ 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  rear, 

Y  Y   2 


224 Hymn  130.  B.  II. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through, 
While  faith  infpires  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Hymn  CXXX.     Common  Metre. 

The  new  creation. 
i      A  TTEND,  while  God's  exalted  Son 
JTTl  Doth  his  own  glories  (hew  : 
"  Behold  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
"  Creating  all  things  new. 

a  "Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 
"  And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
"  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay  ; 
"  See  the  new  world  arife. 

3  "  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  righteoufnefs 

"  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
"  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
"  My  glories  fliall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  ; 
Oh,  make  my  foul  alive  to  thee, 
Create  new  pow'rs  within. 

5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
Give  me  new  pafiions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  flone  to  flefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 
-  I  would  forever  dwell. 


B.  II.        Hymn  131,  132,  225 

Hymn  CXXXL     Long  Metre. 

The  excellency  of  the  Chrifiian  religion* 

1  T    ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

1  j  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvation  down, 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 

So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.  J 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 
With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blehed  truths  agree  I 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  I 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  ftands  I 

5  [Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifh  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  \ 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
Affault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  arta 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 

Hymn  CXXXII.     Common  Metre, 

The  offices  of  Chrift. 

i  XT[  7*E  blefs  tne  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
VV     That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  $ 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  kad  us  in  thy  ways* 


226         Hymn  133,  134.  B.  IL, 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieft  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  I 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  faves  by  different  ways  ; 
His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praifc. 


Hymn  CXXXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
i   T7«  TERNAL  Spirit !  we  confefs, 

IP  j  And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleflings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  ; 
Do  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confeience  knows  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  j 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftdjrmy  wind, 

And  calm  the  iurges  of  the  mind. 

Hymn  CXXXIV.    Common  Metre 

Circumcifion  abolijhed, 
i   r  R  ^ILE  promife  was  divinely  free, 
JL    Exteniive  was  the  grace  > 


B.  II.  Hymn  135.  227 

"  I  will  the  God  of  Abrah'm  be, 
"  And  of  his  num'rous  race." 

2  He  faid — and  with  a  bloody  feal, 

Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Long  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  fharp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleffings  now, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abraham  claims  our  praife ; 

His  promifes  endure ; 
And  Chrift  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 
Makes  the  falvation  fure. 

Hymn  CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Types  and  prophecies  of  Chrift. 

1  T)  EHOLD  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  1 
Jj  Behold  the  great  Meffiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  prophets  all  agreed 

To  give  him  the  fuperior  room ! 

2  Abrah'm,  the  faint,  rejoic'd  of  old, 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  j 
Mofes,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  Fulfiiler  of  his  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  delign,  and  ceas'd  j 
The  mcenfe,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  prieft. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet, 

To  join  their  bleffings  on  his  head  ; 

Jefuj,  we  worfhip  at  thy  feet, 

And  nations  own  the  promis'd  feed* 


228  Hymn  136,  137.        B.  II. 

Hymn  CXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
i   TPHE  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

X     To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  ! 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  -f 
An  unknown  ftar  arofe  and  led 

The  eaftern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simoon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  fcorn  -9 
Our  fouls  adore  th*  eternal  God, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

Hymn  CXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  refurreclion  of  Chrift. 

i   T>  EHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 
Xj  Behold  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name ! 

i  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  miflion  of  his  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  ; 
He  rifes  !  and  appears  a  God  : 
Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed3  no  more  to  die  i 


B.  II.  Hymn  138. 


229 


4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  thofe  hands  my  foul  refign. 
Which  bear  credentials  fo  divine. 


Hymn  CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  power  of  the  go/pel. 

1  r|  ^HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
JL     Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  j 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  fhew 
"What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 

To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  \ 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 

Reftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloth'd  afrelh  ; 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  flefh. 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  Ihades  of  night, 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 

Our  lulls  its  wondrous  pow'r  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls. 

5  Lions  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 

While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.^ 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  finners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  faves  me,  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


230  Hymn  139,  140.        B.  IL 

Hymn  CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  example  of  Chrift. 
1   T\/jfY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
JL  v  A   I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  la1  vs, 

Drawn  out  i;1  !i  :  .icters. 

a  Such  thy  zeald 

Such  .  p's  will, 

Sucli  1<  ■    .,  to  divine, 

I  would  .fcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountain,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  t       fei  vour  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defart  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vicl'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  mail  own  my  name 
Amongft  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  CXL.     Common  Metre. 

The  examples  of  Chrift  and  the  faints. 

1  f^\  1VE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
\JP"  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 

The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

»  I  afk  them  whence  their  vicl'ry  came  ? 
They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  j 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


B.  II.  Hymn  141.  23 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  bread) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife, 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneffes 
Shows  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 


Hymn   CXLI.     Common  Metre. 

Faith  ajfifted  byfenfe  ;  or,  preaching,  baptifm,  and  the 

Lord's f upper. 
1   T\/I"Y  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince 
JL V JL   Reigns  far  above  the  ikies  ; 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

1  Mine  eyes  and  ears  mail  blefs  his  name, 
They  read  and  hear  his  word  ; 
My  touch  and  tafte  mall  do  the  fame, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  is  deiign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanfing  grace  ; 
While,  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine, 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flefli  fo  clean, 
,  As,  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 
He'll  wafh  my  foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  clioiceft  meats,  nor  nobleft  wines. 

So  much  my  heart  refrefh, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns*, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 
Z  z 


232  Hymn  142,  143,  B.  II 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  Hoops  fo  low, 
To  give  his  word  a  feal ; 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beftow 
Exceeds  the  figures  Hill. 

Hymn  CXLIL     Short  Metre. 

Faith  in  Chrift  our  facrifice. 

i        XTOT  a11  the  blood  of  beafts> 
X%|    On  Jewifh  altars  {lain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  wafh  away  the  (lain. 

2  But  Chrift,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While  like  a  penitent  I  ftand, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 

"When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

Hymn  CXLIII.     Common  Metre. 

Flefn  and  Spirit. 
i   TTTHAT  difPrent  powers  of  grace  and  fin 
W     Attend  our  mortal  ftate  ! 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within, 
And  do  the  works  I  hate. 


B.  II.  Hymn  144.  233 


Now  I  complain  arid  groan  and  die, 

While  fin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 

For  grace  prevails  again. 
So  darknefs  druggies  with  the  light, 

Till  perfect  day  arife ; 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 

Until  the  weaker  dies. 
Thus  will  the  flefli  and  Spirit  ftrive, 

And  vex  and  break  my  peace  ; 
But  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  life, 

And  fin  forever  ceafe. 


Hymn  CXLIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  effufion  of  the  Spirit ;  or,  thefaccefs  of  the  GofpeU 

1  4^%  REAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
%J"  When  the  divine  difciples  met  ; 
Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
FurnifiVd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words3 
Inftead  of  fhields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  the  champions  forth, 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  fouth  to  north  ; 
"  Go,  and  affert  your  Saviour's  caufe  ; 

"  Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  flubborn  pafiions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd  \ 


234  Hymn  145,  146.  B.  II, 

While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue  ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  fing  the  vicVries  of  his  word. 

Hymn  CXLV.     Common  Metre. 

Sight  through  a  glafs,  and  face  io  face, 
i    T  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
J.  Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen  ; 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
1  fhall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

interpofing  days  ; 
n  [hall  my  paflions  all  be  love, 
1  all  my  powers  be  praife. 

~~ H.         BXLVI.     Long  Metre." 

The  vanity  of  creatures  ;  cr^  no  rcfi  on  earth, 
i   Tk/TAN  has  a  foul  of  vaft  dcfires  ; 

1 V-i.  He  burns  withm  with  rdllefs  fires  • 
Ttffs'd  to  and  fro,  his  paflions  Sy 
Fijpm  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafures — but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft  and  torment  ftill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide,  by  turns  ; 


B.  II.  Hymn  147.  235 

And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place,  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God !  fubdue  this  vicious  third, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft ; 

Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

Hymn  CLXVIL     Common  Metre. 

The  creation  of  the  world.     Gen.  i. 
i  "  l\TOW  let  afpacious  world  arife," 
JL  ij    Said  the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land ; 
He  ca-ll'd  the  light— the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  ; 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  iky, 
And  float  on  fofter  air. 

4.  The  liquid  element  below 
Was  gather 'd  by  his  hand  ; 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth) 

The  naked  globe  he  crown'd, 
Ere  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth. 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

)  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fides ; 
Behold  the  fun  appears  ; 
The  moon  and  liars  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years, 

Z  Z  2 


236 Hymn  148.  B.  II. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th*  Almighty  King 

Did  vital  beings  frame  ; 
The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fifii  of  ev'ry  name.] 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wondrous  birth  ; 
And  grazing  beafts,  of  various  form, 
Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  form'd  of  equal  clay, 

Though  ibv'reign  of  the  reft, 
Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they, 
With  God's  own  image  blefl. 

10  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye, 

The  young  creation  flood  ; 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounc'd  it  good. 

1 1  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  (lands. 

Thy  pralfe  (hall  fill  my  tongue ; 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fang. 

Hymn  CXLVIII.    Common  Metre, 

God  reconciled  in  Cbrift, 
i   T"^\EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
JL/   My  Jefus,  and  my  God  ! 
Who  can  refill  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

i  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flefh  I  fee, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  3 


B,  II.  Hymn  149. 237 

The  holy,  juft  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  flavifli  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  (ins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  truft. 

Hymn  CXLIX.    Common  Metre. 

Honour  to  magi/irate^  ;  or,  government  from  God. 

i   IT*  TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  fky, 
|j  And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  Majefty 
Our  firft  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magiftrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  rulers  of  thefe  States  fhall  fliine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  a  nation  blefs'd.  j 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand;, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  iinners  perifh  from  the  land, 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 

5  Let  Cefar's  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Cefar  and  his  throne  j 
But  confeiences  and  fouls  were  made 
To  be  the  Lord's  alone, 


238  Hymn  150,  151.       B.  IL 

Hymn  CL.     Common  Metre. 

The  deceitfulnefs  of  fin. 

i    O  IN  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts 
I J  To  practife  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks  fhe  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  fling  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  flic  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young  ; 
And  while  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  flrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  fhe  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 
But  cheats  the  foul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 

Grew  t)he  forbidden  food ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 


Hymn  CLI.     Long  Metre. 

Prophecy  and  infpiration. 
,r~T*WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X     The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word  ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  infpire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
Confirm'd  the  meuages  they  brought ; 
The  prophet's  pen  fuccecds  his  breath, 
To  fave  the  holy  words  from  death. 
Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleafure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me. 


B.  II.  Hymn    152.  239 

4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft,  and  vanifh  in  the  wind  j 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure  ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  muft  endure. 

Hymn  CLII.     Common  Metre 

Sinai  and  Sion.     Heb.  xii.  18,  &c. 

i  ^TOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
X^    The  tempeft,  fire  and  fmoke  j 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke  : 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th*  innumerable  hoft 

Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light  ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  the  juit, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  ! 

4  Behold  the  bleft  aflembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ; 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Muft  be  forever  bleft. 


240  Hymn  153,  154.        B.  II. 

Hymn  CLIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  diflemper^  folly ,  and  madnefs  of  fin. 
i    O  IN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
ij  Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 
The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
And  the  phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  flrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 
But  Chrid  the  Lord  recals  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs  by  nature  reigns  within  ; 

The  paflions  burn  and  rage  ; 
Till  God's  own  Son  with  fkill  divine 
The  inward  fire  afluage. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
Till  Jefus  makes  us  wife.] 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wounds  they  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall, 
And  rufh  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 
But  Heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  [The  man  pofTefs'd  among  the  tombs, 

Cuts  his  own  flefh,  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

Hymn   CLIV.     Long  Metre. 

Self-righteoufnefs  infufficient, 
i  "  TT  THERE  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord, 
V V  "  That  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  ? 
"  That  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
"  Come,  make  my  name  your  truft  and  flay. 


B.  II.  Hymn  145.  241 

2  "  [No  works  nor  duties  of  your  own 
"  Can  for  the  fmalleft  fin  atone  : 

"  The  robes  that  nature  may  provide, 
"  Will  not  your  leaft  pollution  hide. 

3  "  The  fofteft  couch  that  nature  knows 
"  Can  give  the  confcience  no  repofe  : 
"  Look  to  my  righteoufnefs,  and  live  ; 
"  Comfort  and  peace  are  mine  to  give.] 

4  "  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coals 

"  With  your  own  hands,  to  warm  your  fouls, 
"  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
"  Enjoy  the  fparks  that  ye  defire  ; 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands ; 

"  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 
"  Ye  fhall  lie  down  with  forrow  there, 
"  In  death,  and  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

Hymn  CLV.    Common  Metre. 

Chriji  our  Paffover. 

i   T     O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 
1  j  To  Pharaoh's  flubborn  land  ! 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 

2  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ! 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 
And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 

To  break  th'  Egyptian  yoke  : 

Thus  Ifrael  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  flroke. 

4  Lordj  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine5 


242  Hymn    156.  B.  II 


Juflice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine. 

Jefus  our  Paffover  was  flain, 
And  has  at  once  procur'd 

Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 


Hymn  CLVL      Common  Metre. 

Prcfmnption  and  defpair  ;  or  Satan9 s  various  tempta- 
tions. 
i      '  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms  ; 
_!_  I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  ferpent  takes  a  thoufand  forms 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 
1  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams 
Or  kills  with  flavim  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  flill  in  wide  extremes, 
Prefumption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  "  how  eafy  'tis 

"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 
Anon,  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries, 
"They  cannot  be  ftfc-giv'n." 

4  [He  bids  young  fmners  "yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God,  or  death  \ 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  they  muft  die, 

"  And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  da)  ."J 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 


B.  II.        Hymn  157,  158.  243 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r ; 
Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

Hymn  CLVIL     Common  Metre. 

The  fame, 
i  ^TOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
X^    And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

-2  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rage, 
Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage., 
And  vanquim  him  alone.         * 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine, 

Like  innocence  and  love  ; 
But  the  old  ierpent  lurks  within, 
When  he  affumes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue. 

Ye  fons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 
Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Nor  mould  the  children  try. 


Hymn   CLVIIL     Long  Metre. 

Fewfaved  ;  or,  the  almoft  chriftian,  the  hypocrite  and 
apo/iate, 

1  T4R0AD  is  the  road  that  leads  t0  death> 

JO  And  thoufands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  asici  lase  tny  croft," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  $ 
A  a  a 


244 Hymn   159,  B.  II. 

Nature  muft  count  her  gold  but  drofs, 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'd  almqft  a  faint, 

And  makes  his  own  deftruction  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 

Which  falfe  apoftates  never  knew. 

■     i-ii  ■    in 

Hymn  CLIX.     Common  Metre. 

An  unconverted  ft  ate  ;  or,  converting  grace* 
i    dT^\  RE  AT  King  of  glory,  and  of  grace, 
Vjr  We  own  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 

And  our  fir  ft  father's  name ! 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poifon  reigns  within, 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good. 
And  willing  flaves  to  iin. 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  reject  thy  grace  ; 
Engaged  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 
Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well  ; 
With  hafte  we  run  the  dang'rous  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 

Such  natures  made  divine  ? 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 


B.  XL         Hymn  160,  161.  245 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 
Who  his  own  Spirit  fends 
To  bring  rebellious  ftrangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  foes  to  friends. 


Hymn  CLX.     Long  Metre. 

Cujiom  in  fin* 

2  T    ET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

I  i  Put  off  the  fpots  that  nature  gives  ; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives^ 

3  As  well  might  Ethiopian  Haves 
Warn  out  the  darknefs  of  their  lkin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgreffors  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  control  y 
None  but  a  power  divinely  ftrong. 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  1  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  y 
I  would  be  formed  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

Hymn  CLXI.     Common  Metre. 

Chriftian  /virtues  ;  or,  the  difficulty  of  converfon. 

*    Q TRAIGHT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftraighty 
|^3  That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
*Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  miftake  and  die, 

%  Beloved y^inuft  be  deny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Paflion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd,- 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd.- 


216  Hymn  1 62.  B.  II. 

3  [FJefh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefli  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls."] 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banifh'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moil  unruly  pow'r, 

Requires  a  iirong  refti  aint : 
We  mu ft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  ne\er  faint. 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble,  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard  i 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

Hymn  CLXII.     Common  Metre. 

Meditation  of heaven  ;  or,  the  joys  cf  faith, 
j  Ik  ffi  Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  ikies, 
Jl  v  J-   Anc*  l°°k  within  the  veil  ; 
There  fprings  of  endlefspleafure  rife, 
The  waters  never  foil. 
a  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 
The  ble2ed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  ftands  forever  firm, 

His  grace  mall  ne'er  depart  : 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings  > 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are ! 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
The  prefent  vvc  compare. 


B.  IT.  Hymn  163;  247 

5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  (till 
To  that  celeftial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

Hymn  CLXIII.     Common  Metre, 

Complaint  of  defer  Hon  and  temptation, 

i  TF\EAR  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftrefs  ; 
JL#   Our  lins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conquering  grace?. 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain. 

2  [The  lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar. 

Affrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 
And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muff  we  indulge  a  long  defpair? 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  thine  ear  • 
Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ?] , 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviours  blood  ; 
An  Advocate  fo  near  the  throner 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword3. 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  nnsfhall  die  beneath  thy  word. 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

£  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace3 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  I 
He  made  his  Son  our  righteouinefs^ 
His  Spirit  is  our  ftrength, 
A  a  a  2~ 


248  Hymn   164,  Iff  5.         B.  II 

Hymn  CLXIV.    Common  Metre. 

The  end  of  the  world. 
i  "ITS' THY  mould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  ? 
VV     Why  fhould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow* 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies  ? 

2  While  time  his  fharped  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  mall  be  diflblv'd  and  die — 

The  fun  muft  end  his  race  : 
The  earth  and  fea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rife, 

When  the  iaft  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  Ikies 
From  underneath  the  ground  I 

Hymn  CLXV.     Common  Metre. 

Unfraitfulnefs)  ignorance,  and  unfanclificd  affecliom- 
J    T     ONG  have  I  fat  bentath  the  found 
i    j   Of  thy  falvation,  Lord; 
But  frill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word. 

*  Oft  1  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almoft  in  vain  : 
Haw  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  i 

3  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God„ 
tiow  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod, 
And  bk flings  of  thy  throne  Q 


B.  II. Hymn  166. 249 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  1 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there  I 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs ; 
Write  thy  falvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace^ 

6  [Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  fhall  never  die.] 

Hymn  CLXVL    Common  Metre. 

The  divine  perfections* 

OW  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God  ! 
That  Infinite  Unknown  I 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode,, 

Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

tt 

2  [The  great  Invifible  !  He  dwells 

ConceaFd  in  dazzling  light  j 
But  his-all-fearching  eye  reveals 
The  fecrets  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  that  never  fleepy, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundlefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned/] 

4  [Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ftrong, 

To  fave,  or  to  deftroy  ; 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
And  endiefs  is  his  joy.] 

5  [He  knows  no  fliadow  of  a  change? 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  $ 


250 Hymn  167. B.JT.. 

Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains, 
To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  [Sinners  before  his  prefence  die;: 

How  holy  is  his  name ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 
Burn  like  devouring  flame.] 

7  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne, 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

&  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 
Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

Hymn  CLXVIL     Long  Metre.- 

The  divine  perfeclions. 
t  /^  RE  AT  God  !  thy  glories  lhall  employ 
VJF  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  y 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honour  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

2.  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown3 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord.] 

3  [His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  l 
If  he  command  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
"With  ftrength  he  girds  himlelf  around,, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

\  [Who  (hall  pretend  to  teach  him  {kill  ? 
Or  guide  the  couniels  of  his  will  ? 
His  wifdom,  like  a  lea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 


B.  IL Hymn  168, 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  fons  of  pride,  and  fheds 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads.3 

6  [The  beamings  of  his  piercing  light 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deftruction  naked  lie,. 
And  hell  uncover'd  to  his  eye.] 

7  [Th*  eternal  law  before  him  (lands  $ 
His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands, 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 
Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword.J 

8  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  load  of  guilt  away, 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dyyd 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide.]] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demands  my  faith. 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  > 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.]] 

10  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice,     , 

"  Thou  art  my  God,"  and  I'll  rejoice  ! 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteft  honours  of  thy  name. 

Hymn  CLXVIIL     Long  Metre 

The  fame, 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high — 
JJ    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty ; 

His  glory  fliines  with  beams  fo  bright* 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law  j 


r252  Hymn  169.  B.  IL 

His  love  reveals  a  fmiiing  face, 

His  truth  and  promife  leal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wifdom  ihines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  defigns  ; 

His  pow'r  is  iov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  nobleit  counfels  of  his  will, 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  friend  ? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join  \ 
Heav'n  is  fecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

Hymn  CLXIX.     Particular  Metre. 

The  fame* 

1  r  I  "HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 

X     His  throne  is  built  on  high  \ 
The  garments  he  afTumes 
Are  light  and  majefty  : 

His  glories  mine 

With  beams  fo  bright^ 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  fland 
To  guard  his  holy  law : 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blefs, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs' d  defigns  ; 


B.  II. Hymn  170. 253 

Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  Ihall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fov'reign  will, 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
"  My  Father  and  my  friend  ?" 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  ; 

Join  all  my  pow'rs 

And  praife  the  Lord. 

Hymn  CLXX.     Long  Metre, 

God  incomprchenfibk  and fovereign. 

t  [/"^AN  creatures  to  perfection  find 

V^  Th'  eternal,  uncreated  Mind  ? 

Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 

Meafure  and  fearch  his  nature  out  ? 

2  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  £ky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  : 
Born,  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 
And  fmelb  and  fnuffs  the  empty  wind.]] 

4  God  is  a  King,  of  powV  unknown  j 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne ; 
If  he  refoive,  who  dare  oppofe, 

Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole ; 
He  calms  the  tempeu:  of  the  foul : 


254 Hymn  170. B.  1 

When  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon, 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  j 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  Harry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  : 
But  who  fhall  dare  deicribe  his  face  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  (land 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


END    OF    THE    SECOND   BQOK. 


HYMN 


AND 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

BOOK    III. 

PREPARED  FOR  THE  HOLYORDINANCE  OF  THE  LORD%SUPFEP 


Hymn  L     Long  Metre. 

The  Lord's  Supper  inftititted.     i  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

5  'npWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
JL     When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arofe 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd  and  brake ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  fin  ; 
"  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine  ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood.'5 

4  [For  us  his  flefh  with  nails  was  torn. 
He  bore  the  fcourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  ftead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 

Bl3b 


256  Hymn  2.  B.  III. 

When,  for  black  crimes  of  biggeft:  fize, 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice.] 

6  "  Do  this,"  he  cry'd,  "  till  time  fhall  end, 
"  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 

"  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

<;  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  [Jems  •  t^1>'  feaft  we  celebrate, 

We  (hew  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  (hall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

-  .    ■ .  i  ■  i  ■        i , . . , 

Hymn  II.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  with  drift  and  with  faints,     i  Cor.  x. 

i6,   \-j. 
i        TESUS  invites  his  flints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flefh  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 

Amazing  fivour  !  matchlefs  grace 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 
Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  ! 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 

And  he  the  hrft-born  Son. 
r       We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  with  its  fev'ral  lim'js, 

But  Jefus  is  the  Head. 


B.  HI.  Hymn  3,  4. 257 

6       Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raife  : 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 

Hymn  III.      Common  Metre. 

The  new  covenant  fealecL 
*  "  rl~1HE  promife  of  my  Father's  love 
JL     "  Shall  ftand  forever  good  :" 
He  faid — and  gave  his  foul  to  death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word 

I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  the  engagement  to  rny  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace, 

And  glory  (hall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefli, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  -, 
'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratify'd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will, 

And  to  his  teftament  of  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 


Hymn  IV.     Common  Metre. 

Chri/irs  dying  love;  or,  our  pardon  bought  at  a  dearprUe* 

j   T  TOW  condefcending  and  how  kind 
11  Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Oar  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down, 


258 Hymn  5.  B.  Ill 

2  [When  juftice,  by  our  fins  provok'd, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  (word, 
He  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  flrokc, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

3  [He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  beftows. 
But  coil  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  It  ill  as  great : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary  -9 

Nor  let  his  flints  forget. 

6  [Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jems'  dying  love: 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  foft  affection  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 


Hymn   V.     Common  Metre. 

CbriJ  the  Bread  of  Life.      John  vi.  31,  35,  39, 
ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
*Tis  He  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 
Fhou  art  the  living  ft  ream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 


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E.  HI.  Hymn  6. 259 

2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  Ikies, 

But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  frefh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 

Who  ate  that  heav'nly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  tafte, 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead.J 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  flefh. 

To  nourifh  dying  men, 
And  often  fpreads  his  table  frefh, 
Left  we  fhould  faint  again. 

5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

Whiifl  Jefus  finds  fupplies ; 
Nor  {hall  our  graces  link  to  death, 
For  Jefus  never  dies. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  flefh  decays, 

But  Chrift,  our  life,  fhall  come  f 
His  unrefifted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

Hymn  VI.     Long  Metre. 

The  memorial  of  our  abfeni  Lord.    John  xvi.  i6\ 
Luke  xxii.  19.   John  xiv.  3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not  $ 

And  carnal  obje&s  court  our  eyes, 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have. 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  \ 

And,  to  refrefh  our  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood  ? 

BBb2 


260      __       Hymn  7. J*.  III. 

We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  God. 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efteem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

5  Whilft  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

6  [Our  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fliall  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 

To  fetch  our  longing  fpirits  home.] 

Hymn  VII.     Long  Metre. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the  crofs  of  Chrift.  Gal.  vi.  14. 

1   A  Jl  THEN  I  furvey  the  wondrous  crofs 
W     On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  I  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

1  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  mould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  moil, 
I  facrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  I 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  y 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. J 


B.  III.  Hymn  8. 261 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  miney 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  fmall  : 
Love  fo  amazing,  fo  diviner 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all  I 

Hymn  VI II.     Common  Metre* 

The  tree  of  life. 

i    /^lOME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
V_>|  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  faints  on  high,  around  his  throne* 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground^ 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refreshment  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food  I 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down* 
Its  ever-fmiling  boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  Hands 

The  fweet  celeftial  Dove  ; 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.  J- 

5  ['Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit  ; 
His  fruit  is  plealing  to  the  fight, 
And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts^ 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 
Without  a  fting  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  ftand? 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  -7 


262  Hymn  9.  B.  III. 

>-■  ...     i  ,„  ... .ii  ii  mi 

There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 
8   Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whofe  wondrous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

Hymn  IX.     Short  Metre. 

Thefpirit,  the  water ,  and  the  blood,     i  John  v.  6* 

1  T     ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 

I  j  To  praiie  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  bofom  fent  his  Son, 
To  fetch  us  ftrangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  ling  the  Saviour's  name  j 
Jefus,  th*  ambaflador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  ! 

3  It  coft  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good. 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  double  flood  j 

By  water  we  are  purify'd, 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood* 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 
But  he.  our  Prieit,  atones ; 

On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilt 3 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans.] 
5       Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whole  death  was  thy  defert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream; 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart, 
7       There,  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 


/•* 


B.  IIL  Hymn  10.  263 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree,, 
And  all  our  wants  fupplies. 
$       Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water,  and  by  blood  ; 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame* 
We  feel  his  witnefs  good* 

9  While  the  Eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above, 

Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart ; 

Great  Comforter,  abide  within, 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 

Hymn  X.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  crucified^  the  wifdom  and  power  of  God* 

i   T^TATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
JJ^J    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  j 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  refcu'd  man 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  mines  ; 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

3  [Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  ; 
Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  bell  is  writ, 

The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.  J 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangely  join  5 
Piercing  his  Son  with  fharpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 


264 Hymn  11,  B.  III. 

5  Oh,  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  I 
Her  nobleft  liie  my  fpirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide* 

6  I  would  forever  fpeak  his  name, 

In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worfhip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Hymn  XI.     Common  Metre. 

Pardon  brought  to  ourfenfis. 
i   T     ORD,  how  olivine  thy  comforts  are  ! 

J| j   How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 

Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 

And  fweeteft  glories  fhine  ; 

There  Jefus  fays  that  "  I  am  his, 

"  And  my  Beloved's  mine." 

3  "  Here,"  fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 

And  fhews  his  wounded  fide, 
"  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"  That  open'd  when  I  dy'd  !" 

4  [He  fmiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  r 
"  All  this,"  he  fays,  "  I  bore  for  thee," 
And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  Heav'nly  King 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ! 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

6  [Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favours  are  beyond  degrees, 
And  worthy  of  a  God.  J 


B.  HI. Hymn  12. 265 

7  [To  Him  who  wauVd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlafting  praife, 
Salvation,  honour,  glory,  pow'r, 
Eternal  as  his  days.] 

Hymn  XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  gofpel  feqft.     Luke  xiv.  16,  &c. 
i  [TJOW  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  ! 
O  Thy  table  furnifrVd  from  above ! 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  frrft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe, 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  ; 
-And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  1 
But,  at  the  gofpel  call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  tne  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  th'  Eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 

And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us,  wand'rers,  back  to  God  ? 

6  It  coil:  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  ; 
To  buy  our  fouls  it  coft  his  own ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 

To  Him  who  ranfom'd  fmners  loft  j 
And  pity'd  rebels,  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expenfe  his  love  would  coft. 


266  Hymn  13. B.  Ill 

Hymn  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Divine  love  making  afeqft^  and  calling  in  the  guejls 
Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

1  T  TOW  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
X~X  With  Chrift  within  the  doors, 
While  everlafting  love  difplays 

The  choiceft  of  her  (lores  I 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  foft  companion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there's  room, 
"  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  ftarve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fpread  the  feaft, 

That  fweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
And  perihYd  in  our  fin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ; 

Conftrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  ftrangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  foul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 


B.  III.        Hymn  14,  15.  267 

Hymn  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  Jong  of  Simeon  ;  Luke  ii.  28  ;  <?r,  a  fight  ofChrift 
makes  death  eafy, 

1  "VTOW  have  our  hearts  embrac'd  our  God, 
XfH    We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms, 
And  wifh  to  die,  as  Simeon  would, 

With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  fhould  learn  that  joyful  fong, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 
"  Our  fouls  (till  waiting  to  be  gone, 

"  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  "  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
"  And  view'd  falvation  with  our  eyes, 
"  Tafted  and  felt  the  living  Word, 

"  The  bread  defcending  from  the  ikies. 

4  "  Thou  hail  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 
"  Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face, 

"  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
"  And  (hew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  "He  is  our  light  ;  our  mornir.g-itar 

"  Shall  fhine  on  nations  yet  unknown  ; 

"  The  glory  of  thine  Ifr'el  here, 

"  And  joy  of  fpirits  near  thy  throne." 

Hymn  XV.     Common  Metre. 

Our  Lord  jefus  at  hh  own  table* 

1   rl~1HE  mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
1      Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  board, 
And  blefs'd  the  food,  and  fung  i 

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268 Hymn  |6.  B.  Ill 

2  Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread, 

But  doubly  blefs'd  was  he 
Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte- 

As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 
And  fit  and  lean  on  Jems'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkies, 

Hither  the  King  defcends ! 
"  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 
"  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 

5  "  My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too, 

"  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
"  And  the  red  flreams  of  pardon  flow 
"  From  thele  ray  pierced  veins." 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 

For  fuch  a  feaft  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  afoove 
With  nobler  bleflings  too. 

j  [Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
That  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 
Then  we  (hall  need  thcie  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft.] 

Hymn  XVI.     Common  Metre* 

The  agonies  of  Chrift. 
1  TkTOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
J^J    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  fufPrings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
Lord,  when  compar'd  with  thine. 

i  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 


B.  III.  Hymn  17. 269 

Each  of  us  hopes  he  dyM  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  board  -y 
And  back  to  Calvary  me  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew. 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too  I 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  ; 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.! 

f>  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 
The  wonders  of  that  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
Can  equal  thanks  repay  r 

7  Our  hymns  fhall  found  like  thofe  above, 
Could  we  our  voices  raife  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  fhall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

Hymn  XVIL     Short  Metre. 

Incomparable  food  ;  or,  the  flefh  and  blood  ofChrifty 

i       "ITIk  7"-^  ^nS  tfr'  ama2ing  deeds 

\ V     That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th*  eternal  God  comes  down  arid  bleed^ 
To  nourifh  dying  worms. 

%       This  foul-reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  'tis  thy  blood  ; 
We  thank  that  facred  flefh  of  thine,, 
For  this  immortal  foo4. 


270 Hymn  18.  B.  Ill 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ; 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fwcet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  round, 

For  there  was  no  fuch  bleiTed  fruit 
In  all  that  happy  ground. 

5  TV  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  taite  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Bellows  this  matchlefs  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
With  plealure  in  his  face. 

;       Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 
And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 
This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fing. 

8        Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  : 
Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 
His  glory  in  the  high'fh 

Hymn  XVIII.      Long  Metre. 

The  fame, 

1  TESUS  !  we  bow  before  thy  feet ! 
J    Thy  table  is  divinely  ftor'd  ! 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tis  living  bread — we  thank  thee,  Lord  i 

2  And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  ; 
We  thank  thee,  Lord  !  'tis  gen'rous  wine, 


B.  III.  Hymn  19. 271 

Mingled  with  love  ;  the  fountain  flow'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 

3  On  earth  is  nofuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flefh  is  heav'nly  food  ; 
In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 

But  cheer  the  heart,  br  warm  the  head  ~7 
But  the  rich  cordial  that  we  tafte 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Joy  to  the  Matter  of  the  feaft  ; 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

Hymn  XIX.     Long  Metre. 

Glory  in  the  crofs  ;  or9  not  ajhamed  of  Chrift  crucified* 

i      AT  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 
x\  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft  : 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  boards 
And  thine  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueit. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fhame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  thy  caufe  ; 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  the  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age, 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  j 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

C  C  C  2 


272        _Hymn  M Msl.         B.  IIL 
Hymn  XX.     Common  Metie. 

The  frov'tfions  for  the  table  of  our  Lord ;  or,   the  tree 

of  life,  and  river  of  love, 
i    '        ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand, 

J| j    And  ling  the  iblemn  feait, 

Where  fweet  celeftial  dainties  Hand 
For  every  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit, 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 
To  guard  the  paflage  to't. 

3  The  cup  (lands  crown'd  with  living  juice  ; 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  dreaming,  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prcpar'd  by  heav'nly  art  ; 

The  pleafure's  well  rehVd  ; 
They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  hearty 
And  cheer  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 

Ye  faints,  that  tafte  his  wine  ; 
Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  hofannas  join. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  God 

Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ! 
Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

Hymn  XXL     Common  Metre. 

Th*  triumphal  feaji  for  Cbrift's  viclory  over  fin ,  and 

(Lath  and helL 
i   [y^lOME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  highs 
V_/4  High  as  our  joys  arife  -} 


B.  III.  Hymn  21. 273 

And  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky, 
Where  pleaiure  never  dies. 

2  Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled. 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell  ; 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  :J 

3  [Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here, 

To  this  triumphal  feaft, 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 
For  each  redeemed  gueft.] 

4  The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face  !: 

How  kind  his  imiles  appear ! 
And,  oh  !  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear  1 

5  "  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

"  It  was  for  you  I  dy'd : 
"  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet,. 
"  And  look  into  my  fide. 

6  "  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore» 

"  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
"  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
"  From  mifery  and  chains. 

7  ["  Juftice  unfheath'd  its  fiery  fword,, 

"  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  -% 
u  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 
"  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

8  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs^ 

"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way* 
"  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours* 
"  I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groaned,  and  dfd, 

"  I  ruin'd  Satan's  throne ; 
"  High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 
"  The  monfter  tumbling  down. 


274 Hymn  22. B.  III. 

io  "  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaft, 
"  And  tafte  my  ftefh,  my  blood, 
"And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 
"  For  'tis  immortal  food." 

1 1  Victorious  God !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  be  forever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 
Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs. 

Hymn  XXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  compaffion  of  a  dying  Chri/i. 

i   /~VUR  fpirits  join  t' adore  the  Lamb  : 
\^_J   O  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  drains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

■2   Was  ever  equal  pity  found  ? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death  ! 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  ; 
He  from  the  threat'ning  fet  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crois, 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleflings  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fhore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeH  ftains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood : 


B.  III.         Hymn  23,  24.  275 

Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine ; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  give, 
A  thoufand  lives  ihould  all  be  thine. 

Hymn  XXIII.     Common  Metre, 

Grace  and  glory  by  the  death  of  Chri/i, 

i  [  OITTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
l3  We  raife  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Losd, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife ; 
The  (inner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrifice. 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 
Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  j 
Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !  'tis  impoffible  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  fuff' rings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

Hymn  XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Far  don  and  Jlrength  from  Chri/i. 

l    BLATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace, 
JP     To  fee  thy  glories  mine  ; 
The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs, 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 


276  Hymn  25.  B.  III. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread  ; 

We  drink  the  facred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  fenfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  (hall  appear  before  the  throne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  iprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  fhall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race* 

And  climb  the  upper  fky  ; 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  iupply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte. 

Hymn  XXV.      Common  Metre. 

Divine  glories  and  grace. 
OW  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 


H 


Great  God,  how  bright  they  fhine, 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  Hands 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace, 

On  this  great  facrifice  ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face? 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 


B.  III.  Hymn  25.  277 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 

To  heav^ri  directs  her  light ; 
Here  ev'ry  warmer  paffion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  riling  fin  deftroy ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart> 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight ; 

Let  fin  forever  die  ; 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry. 


I  CANNOT  perfuade  myfelf  to  put  a  full  period 
to  thefe  divine  Hymns,  until  I  have  addreffed  a 
fpecial  Song  of  Glory  to  God  the  Father,  the 
Son,  and  the  Holy  Spirit.  Though  the  Latin 
name  of  it,  Gloria  Patri,  be  retained  in  the  En- 
glifh  nation  from  the  Roman  church  ;  and  though 
there  may  be  fome  excefl.es  of  fuperftitious  honour 
paid  to  the  words  of  it,  which  may  have  wrought 
fome  unhappy  prejudices  in  weaker  Chriftians, 
yet  I  believe  it  ftill  to  be  one  of  the  nobleft  parts 
of  Chriltian  worfhip.  The  fubjecl:  of  it  is  the  doc- 
trine of  the  Trinity,  which  is  that  peculiar  glory 
of  the  divine  nature,  that  our  Lord  Jefus  Chrift 
has  fo  clearly  revealed  unto  men,  and  is  fo  necef- 
fary  to  true  Chriftianity.  The  action  is  praife, 
which  is  one  of  the  moft  complete  and  exalted 
parts  of  heavenly  worfhip.  I  have  caft  the  fong 
into  a  variety  of  forms,  and  have  fitted  it  by  a 
plain  verfion,  or  a  larger  paraphrafe,  to  be  fung 
either  alone,  or  at  the  conclufion  of  another  Hymn. 
I  have  alfo  added  a  few  Hofannas,  or  afcriptions 
of  falvation  to  Chrift,  in  the  fame  manner,  and  for 
the  fame  end. 


B.  III.        Hymn  26,  27.  279 


DOXOLOGIES. 


XXVI.    Firft  Long  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Pralfe  to  the  ever-blejed  Trinity,  God 
the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

i   |3  LESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  love, 
J3  To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below* 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls, 

3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  wo, 
Mak'ft  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom  or  a  fhore. 


XXVII.     Firft  Common  Metre, 


G 


LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
Who  from  our  finful  race 
Chofe  out  his  fav'rites,  to  proclaim 
The  honours  of  his  grace. 
DDd 


280  Hymn  28.  BAIL 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead* 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive^ 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 


XXVIII.    Firft  Short  Metre. 

ET  God  the  Father  live 
Forever  on  our  tongues  : 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death. 
By  ofPring  up  his  own. 

Give  to  the  Spirit  praife 
Of  an  immortal  drain, 
Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

While  God  the  Comforter 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fin, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within  ! 


B.  III.       Hymn  29,  30,  31.        281 

5       To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
That  feals  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 

XXIX.    Second  Long  Metre. 

r  f^i  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

\yr  Whofe  name  has  myfteries  unknown  5 
In  effence  One,  in  perfori  Three  ) 
A  focial  nature,  yet  alone. 

a  When  all  our  nobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd 
The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife, 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

XXX.     Second  Common  Metre. 

2  HPHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
X       Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word3 
And  new-creating  breath. 

1  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  jpin. 


XXXI.    Second  Short  Metre. 


L 


ET  God  the  Maker's  name 
Have  honour,  love  and  fear  ^ 


282       Hymn  32,  33,  34.        B.  Ill 

To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2       Father  of  Lights  above, 
Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r. 


XXXII.     Third  Long  Metre, 

I^O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praiie  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 


XXXIII.     Or  thus  : 

LL  glory  to  thy  wondrous  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  : 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praiie  the  heav'nly  Dove. 


XXXIV.  Third  Common  Metre. 

NOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known* 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


6.  HI.     HTymn  35,  3*6,  37?  38.     283 
XXXV.     Or  thus: 

HONOUR  to  the  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlafting  One  j 
All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Son,- 

■  -    -      .  *■'  -  -  - — 

XXXVI.    Third  Short  Metre, 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son,, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 


XXXVII.     Or  thus: 

^i  1VE  to  the  Father  praife  ;; 
\jF  Give  glory  to  the  Son  -r 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done, 

XXXVIII..  Particular  Metre. 

A  Song  of  Praife  to  the  blcfjed  Trinity.- 
GIVE  immortal  praife 


I 


To  God  the  Father's  love,: 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 
He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  fins 
That  man  had  done,- 
D  d  d  2» 


Hymn    39.  B.  I1L 


To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  everlafting  wo  ; 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains. 

To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  wormip  give, 
Whofe  new  creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  ilnner  live 

His  work  completes 

The  great  defign, 

And  fills  the  foul 

With  joy  divine. 

Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myflerious  One  :. 

Where  reafon  fails, 

With  all  her  pow'rs,. 

There  faith  prevails, 

And  love  adores. 


XXXIX.     Particular  Metre, 

i   n  ^O  Him  who  chofe  us  firft, 
X     Before  the  world  began, 
To  Him  who  bore  the  curie 
To  fave  rebellious  man  : 


B.  III.  Hymn  40.  285 

To  him  who  form'd 
Our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endlefs  praife 
And  glory  due. 

a  The  Father's  love  mall  run 
Through  our  immortal  fongs  -7 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
Hofanna's  on  our  tongues  t 

Our  lips  addrefs 
,    The  Spirit's  name 

With  equal  praife, 

And  zeal  the  fame, 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 

And  angels  round  the  throne^ 
Forever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One* 

Thus  heav'n  fhall  raife 

His  honours  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die- 


XL.     Particular  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  \ 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores 
,    The  name  we  lingo 


186         Hymn  41,  42,  43.      B.  Ill, 
XLI.      Or  thus  : 

TO  our  eternal  God, 
The  Father  and  the  Sonr 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  one, 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth, 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

The  HO  S ANN A;    or,  Salvation 
afcribed  to  Christ. 

XLII.      Long   Metre. 

i   TT  OS  ANN  A  to  king  David's  Son, 
JLjL   Who  reigns  on  a  fuperior  throne  :' 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav?nly  birth, 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth, 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 

In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  iing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

XLIIL     Common  Metre. 

3  T  T  OS  ANNA  to  the  Pnnce  of  grace  : 
Jfi   Zion,  behold  thy  King  ; 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race. 

And  teach  the  babes  to  fmg. 

a  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleffings  on  Iris  name, 


B.  III.         Hymn  44,  45.  287 

XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

i       TJ  OS  ANN  A  to  the  Son 
J71  Of  David  and  of  God, 
Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down> 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2       To  Chrift  th'  anointed  King 
Be  endlefs  bleilings  giv'n  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  ling, 
Who  made  our  peace  with  Heav'n. 

XLV.     Particular  Metre. 

i   T  T  OS  ANNA  to  .the  King 
O  Of  David's  ancient  blood  j 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  God  c 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way, 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky, 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim  : 

Upon  his  head 

Shall  honours  reft, 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  blefs'd. 


END  OF  THE  THIRD  BOOK, 


